And so our firstborn ventures forth to Kindergarten, eyes wide with curiosity, heart brimming with eagerness, and joy alight in every step, while we stand here with tears pooling on the floor. It feels like just yesterday we left the hospital, wondering what our lives would become with you in it. I recall asking the nurse if hiccups were normal, and our worries about cleaning the milk from your neck folds. I remember Wednesdays with you at work starting in my arms but being held by many students, your tiny hand clasped in mine in every car ride. I remember your first attempt to sit up, and your eagerness to walk long before you were ready. Remember when I stood up at your first dance recital and yelled your name? Had not a care in the world for the people that told me to shut up. I recall the nights you cried for to be in the city you were born in, and how’d you make imaginary plans with our friends that are too far away. I remember both the heights of our joy and the depths of our pain. I wish to hold on to it all. Harlow Blake, you are Bold, Beautiful, Beloved, Brave, and Brilliant. Remember who you are, and whose you are. Though it pains me to see you grow up, I know you will be just fine—you are destined to change the world! Happy First Day!