Yesterday I dropped Carolyn off all by herself in nursery at church for the very first time.
I'm not going to lie, I was a little bit giddy at the prospect.
I stood outside the door for about five minutes just to make sure she didn't punch any of the other kids straight off.
She didn't even care that I was gone.
Not like I expected her to because that's just the way she is, but I was kind of hoping there'd be some kind of recognition of my absence.
When I went to go pick her up and they handed me her little coloring papers, I almost lost it.
You know, the first-time-that's-happened cry.
Then, she ran toward me, hands outstretched.
And I thought, "Oh, she did miss me! How sweet!"
She came, grabbed the stuffed panda bear I was holding, turned around, and tried to close the door in my face.