Just back from the final nursery school assembly of the fall. Third year in a row it made me cry. There is something about 84 children and assorted family members sitting on the floor in a big circle singing Jingle Bells that gets to me. That whole without-skin, passage-of-time thing. And the incredible innocence in the room. The looks on the parents’ faces as they sing the classic song. This year the yellow room sang This Little Light of Mine and that just slayed me – all I could think about was what I can do to make sure Gracie DOES take her light around the world, how do I help her be proud and strong and confident and humble. Ay carumba.
And, Providence rears its head. Stay tuned.
And, finally, 3pm champagne with the ladies – will have some stories and pictures for sure.