Each of the kids came home the last day of school with a lovely book of memories.
My son's was a Poetry Anthology:
(gotta love the self-portrait)
which included all of the poems they worked on throughout the year.
I turned the first couple of pages and I was touched knowing he dedicated this book to me, his dear mother who he loves so...third grade is so fun,
they're still so friggin sweet!
Then the second page that describes him in
his own words...
I know he wants to be a soldier or in some branch
of the military and when or I'd like to say if that
day comes, I will more than likely need some
He definitely takes after me with the sleeping habits, I swear we've had the vampire talk and maybe we need to have a chat about mortality..
I like that he believes in God and yet, we have not been to church except for any weddings and the one baptism we attended that he can remember.
He's the nicest, smartest and most loyal nine year old I know that deserves to live forever.
I do love that his final destination is home - it brought a tear to my eye - and hope that it always will be!
I will post the daughter's cute story about coffee that probably had the teacher's wondering what goes on around here later today...