One is silver.

When I started kindergarten I lived in Arizona. 

I loved it.

I loved the desert. 

I loved the parks at night time.

I loved filling my papers with pictures of cacti and sand.

We moved halfway through the school year.

On my last day we sang a song about making new friends, and keeping the old. 

One being silver, and one being gold.

I swung on the swing and kicked the dirt with my best friend Molly. 

I remember feeling so sad and wondering 

how a whole little world could go on without me in it.

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When we found out we were moving- I was excited, of course. 

But sad too, because Robs would inevitably feel something similar.

Perhaps it's why I obsessed over documenting her first kindergarten.

...Her commute to school.

Her classmates, her teachers, her best little friends...

...and her last little goodbye.

I don't think she thought about crying... but I did. 

I wanted to. 

Change is so difficult. 

Leaving people is so difficult. 

It took me two years to finally like the place- and as soon as I did... we left.

Her whole class signed their names to a piece of paper with a

little "I love you" or a heart and a smiley face. 

I'm going to keep it for always...

along with that little note from Isaac.