My daughter went back to school today. She is ten years old, in the fifth grade.  It’s her first year in the intermediate school. I watched her out the window as she waited for the bus. She was nervous and excited all at the same time.  She had a new outfit that included a shirt with a bunny on it, a new backpack because her old one with orange sharks was for little kids and her hair in a braid down her back.  There was my little girl. The little girl who still thinks she can sit on my lap for a hug.  The little girl who still covets stuffed…