Here she is.  First day of school. Ok, so there’s more to the story. Clearly, she’s not five, and clearly its way past September.  She’s heading to third grade, after spending the first half of the school year homeschooling. I was expecting this huge moment when I dropped her off at her new school.  Like, the most epic hug ever!  Fireworks!  Presents!  Confetti!  The whole works.  But instead, as I pulled up to the staff member who received her from the car line, Natalie simply got unbuckled, said goodbye and exited the vehicle.  I rolled down the window and shouted, “It’s her first day!” The lady smiled and shut the car door. And then I had to drive to make way for the next parent/kiddo drop off. I tried to comment to her brother behind me something like, “there she goes”, but instead I busted out crying. OMG, if me ten years ago saw me this morning there would be some finger pointing and laughing.  And if I am honest, I am still chuckling a …