I am horrible! I am barely able to recover from the 9-11 shows on TV today and I realized I forgot to take a Sunday photo again!
But I am posting these photos of Lillie from her first day of PEEESKAUUUU (preschool). She goes over to my friend's house where my friend teaches her and her own daughter and nephew preschool. It's perfect for me and perfect for her. So relaxed, so unofficial. I have trouble with official...
So here she is on her first day. She was so excited. She gets so incredibly excited about what she learns. She begs to go every day.
She is so beautiful here in these photos. Her spirit, her brain, her cells, every single effort she has goes toward staying inside her skin. It takes all of her, daily, to stay in there. To act her age. To be a big girl. She's a little Hulk, her episodes lessening these days but definitely still there.
I live for her. I have no choice, really. She demands it and I acquiesce. But I don't want to change it. Because even on the hard days, I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. I'm the corner piece, waiting for the rest of the puzzle to fall into place. I'm right where she put me.
My little Lillie. I'll never let you go, Lill.