Done with First Grade

One morning near the end of the school year I walked Jenalyn in to her classroom before school, instead of dropping her at the curb and telling her to RUN so she won't have to get a tardy slip because we're kissing the tardy bell. Again.

When I walked in with her, she was so excited to show me different things around her class room. Like her caterpillar that just turned into a chrysalis (yay!). When I was ready to leave, she gave me a big hug and went to sit at her desk.

...and then she blew me a kiss. From clear across the room! My heart nearly burst.

This year she outgrew princesses, fairies, and dolls. She says they are too "kiddish." (HELLO! Isn't seven-years-old still "kiddish"? Or am I from another planet?). I was just so happy to see that she hadn't outgrown me. She isn't embarrassed to blow me a kiss from clear across a room full of her classmates.

At least not yet.

Whew.