My little Alexa started at preschool today. We walked up the road with her carrying her packed lunch in a rucksack on her back (a pink one naturally) and talked about what might happen during her day. She was calm and happy about the whole thing.
I am a bit wobbly. I have been looking forward to this moment, but now it has arrived, I would rather keep her close for a while longer. Not that she particularly wants to be kept close. She and her friend James did a runner the other day, apparently with the intention of going blackberry picking. They escaped out of the garden, bare foot and in dressing up clothes (pirate and fairy respectively) and made it half way up the hill on the next road over. So maybe she is ready for some independence, in the well supervised nursery environment at any rate.