Today we gave Little e's first grade teacher the quilt we made for her end of year gift. We were blessed with an experienced teacher who made a 30 child, first grade classroom run so smoothly you could overlook the number of desks in the room.
The teacher said it was one of the best gifts she's ever gotten.
And I discovered I'm a wimp.
I gave Big E grief when he squirmed during his award ceremony. It made him all squiggily to hear his praises sung. So, I feel compelled to be honest and report my own tummy rumbling queasiness when confronted by Little e's class. It's been three hours, and I still feel unbalanced by it.
Parents and students said, "Thank you!", and they clapped, and I got a gift. (BLUSH)
It was completely lovely, and warming, and then I couldn't eat carmel corn during teatime.
See what I mean? I'm a total wimp.