“Hi, Mrs. Smith!” says Saahithi, jumping into my room this morning. “Do you notice anything different about me?”
“Well,” I say, “your hair is in a beautiful pony tail…”
“No, I got new shoes! My bedtime is normally 7:30, but I went to bed at 8:00 last night because we went to the Premium Outlet Mall, and I got new Nikes!”
“Wow! They are purple and they have green accents,” I say. “Now those are gorgeous!”
“I know, right?!” she replied, happily smiling and turning her foot from side to side for me to admire every angle.
The bell rings, and I have to send her onward to her fourth grade class, but the joy of a nine year old thrills my heart. Oh, that we wouldn’t lose it.