I kiss them goodbye each morning, and, really, my only prayer is that they both have a good day.
I feel like this covers our health and safety bases – basic and exotic. (You wouldn’t call a good day one on which you lost a toe, for example. Or were chased around by a swarm of enraged bees. After all).
And, of course, when I am leaving the day care parking lot without Alice in the backseat, there is more than that to the good day I want for her.
So, may I say, it was like Christmas to pick her up earlier this week and receive a report saying she had a GREAT (underlined) afternoon. That she painted. That she was talking to friends and teachers. That she was Chatty! Playful! Friendly!
I wish I knew the recipe.