It was second grade with Mrs. Chormicle. His name was Jeff and he had blond hair. We were partnered up for square dancing, which, in second grade, I thought was the absolute bomb. I'm pretty sure Jeff was my first crush. Unfortunately, the school I attended, Roy R. Marriott, was considered too old to be used any longer and the end of second grade signaled a new school for everyone there.
I thought of Jeff last night as I wrote a note for my daughter...
"Mom, write love, love, love Sierra, love, love, love, love, love love. I'm pretty sure someones mom is looking in a backpack at this time and wondering if my daughter is a stalker. The card also included a list of random words which made no sense whatsoever. My only thought: she wanted to see how they were spelled.
She then got an old boy toy, a pseudo spy watch from Carl's Jr, wrapped it in a paper sack, and attached the card to it.
When I asked why she wanted to do this she said, "My teacher says we are all family in here and I love my family."
"Ok, so do you want to make out any other cards for others?"
"No," she said, "just his."
Later today I asked if she gave him the card and gift. She said yes. When asked if he liked it, she said he thought it was, "awesome."
I don't think I need to worry about my daughter. She has more gumption in kindergarten than I even have to this day...:)