Walking to kindergarten with Nora this morning, I asked if she wanted to practice crossing the street : once she got good enough, she could walk to school on her own . She didn't want to practice today, but she asked if she could walk the final block herself since there were no more crossings. I said sure, hugged her goodbye, and she set off:

She turned around to smile at me once, and I got a quick picture :

I went around the block the other way, to the other side of the schoolyard, and waited out of sight until I saw her come in. I was sure she'd be fine—she's very capable—but I wanted to check anyway.

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