Kaybree and Eisley started at a new school yesterday. It didn't go great. We were more rushed in the morning than I wanted to be. We waited too long to do a father's blessing and of course when we did it, it made Kaybree cry. So we left the house in tears. The bus was early and because it's new to us, the girls ran and hopped on. I didn't get a "First day of school!" happy, smiley photo. I got heartache. We watched the bus drive away. I knew Kaybree still had tears in her eyes. I worried throughout the day. The cookies I made for after school did not turn out great. Too much flour. I also ran to get Aspen from Grandma Vance and missed getting the girls from the bus stop. Kaybree was melancholy right away. When I got home a few minutes later the tears were flowing. We sat on the beanbag and I held you as you cried. I cried with you. "I don't know anyone in my class." "I was the only new kid." "I didn't know what was going on.
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