K, do you know the best part of taking my little kitties to church on Sunday?

Well, the best part is just getting to be with them, with you.

Although sometimes you won’t sit by me and it makes me mad. 🤣

The second best part of it is the notes and drawings collected when we finish.

You do good work.

And I hope all this is getting in your heart too.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you apparently dropped an Easter truth bomb on your class this last week.

Before your kindergarten Easter egg hunt you announced to your class the finality of it all.

I picture you deadpan, just like I would say it:

Y’all better enjoy this today – because this is it! There are no Easter egg hunts in first grade. Isn’t that right Mrs Huerta?

She had to agree. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad

K, you are a jumping firecracker when I walk you to school.

See, every morning has been the same the last couple of weeks.

We roll up in my truck about 7:30 for drop-off.

H, grabs her backpack, jumps out, gets a goodbye hug and is off to class.

You move a little slower getting out of the truck and always ask me to carry your backpack.

As we walk down the sidewalk against the church you start jumping and kicking like a little jumping firecracker.

You become a jumping bean.

You pull up on my hand and use it to swing towards the rock wall of the church.

When you near it, you kick off the wall and swing back they way that you came.

It happens fast and looks like a karate move.

I love it.

And I love how pleased you are with yourself while you are doing it.

Honestly, that walk from my truck to your class is one of my favorite parts of my day.

You won’t always want me to carry your backpack. You won’t always want to hold my hand. You won’t always swing and pop and kick like a firecracker.

And kindergarten will be over in a blink.

So thank you for the now.

And thank you for being sweet and silly with your dad on our short little morning walks.

I love you.

-Dad