After about 22 hours I finally got around to soloing. I had been as nervous as a cat all morning, but calmed right down as soon as we started taxiing. Drew and I went around the pattern four times to get me warmed up, then we taxied back to the shade hangers. He gave me a good briefing and I gave him my camera in case of an NTSB investigation. . . . (Just kidding!)
The take off was nice and smooth.
The first landing was fine, but it wasn’t perfect. I have to be careful to not keep pulling back on the yoke after the wheels touch. At touchdown speed the higher angle of attack can cause the plane to take off again. I added a little power to ease it back down and it settled as smooth as so much fine silk. 
I went around for another touch-and-go and it was fine. I just took my time. Actually, I took enough time the tower asked another plane that was coming in to do a couple of S-turns to give us better separation. Sorry, but there was no way I was going to do a close base on my first solo flight!
For the third trip around the pattern I requested a full stop landing and taxied over to pick up my instructor. Boy was I one happy camper!
Me and my faithful steed:
I can do this! I can fly an airplane!