Today Jesse went to school early to attend a special assembly and receive an award for being an example of the IB trait of Inquirer.
There are many things for which Jesse will not win an award this year. (Most Distractable? Least Likely to Know His Letters?) I'm so grateful he has a teacher who can recognize the strengths and talents he has.
As I buckled Betsy into her seat, an updraft of wind blew my hair out of its bun and around my face. "Your hair looks like fire," Jesse commented. I caught a glimpse of my shadow and saw that sure enough, the blowing tendrils looked like flames.
We drove past a lighted construction signs flashing merge arrows. "How do they make the lights move?" Jesse wondered.
"Uh, one day you did."
"Well, maybe two."