The Third Day of School

She's just kissed me goodbye and put on her backpack and opened the car door and closed it behind her and waved through the window and started up the stairs to school and looked back once (just once?) and then she's gone out of sight, my baby girl, my big first grader, and all I want to do is cry and follow her up and will she be ok? But I take a deep breath and shift the car out of park and pull away from her, from the the curb, and drive into work.