Listening to my husband, as he brags to his parents
and regales his friends
with tales of cuteness from our daughter’s school day
is one of the most joy-filled experiences imaginable…
…second only to the exquisite gift of witnessing these moments of cuteness firsthand.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,
but being a parent has made me a better teacher
and being a teacher has most certainly made me a more blessed parent.
My daughter now knows how to wear a backpack
and climb up the big slide
and clean up toys
and dance to the recorder
and use a bigger kid as a footstool.
Seriously, this whole school thing…it’s just the best. The very best.
Well, second only to the love I see in my husband’s eyes
as he wells up with tears
and talks about his little girl
and how proud he is of her…
for how she has grown up so much in just two days…
for how she dances…
for how she is so loved.
Oh, how proud I am to call them mine.