I distinctly remember the last night that I was pregnant with Annie.  I was scheduled for an induction the next day, and I soaked in the time she spent kicking me.  I knew that I would never feel that again.  The next day everything would change.  It was scary, but so exciting.  I knew she was ready to make her big arrival, and I was ready too.

I feel oddly the same as I think about taking her for high school orientation tomorrow.  The only difference is that I'm not sure I'm ready, but, just like every other stage of her life, I am confident that she is.