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

K, you might be the best five-year-old race car driver I have ever seen.

Hear me out.

We all went to Ruidoso a few weeks ago.

By that, I mean Pop and Gammies, the Daves, and us.

We all rode the race cars at the track there. I forget what the place is called and I’m too tired to look it up.

Anyway, you and I rode together first on the big track.

We had an advantage of being at the front of the line to start, but we kept it the entire race and won! We even lapped some little boy.

But that wasn’t the best part.

The best part was watching you race on the smaller track after that.

Three other girls were in your group. Letting each girl start one at a time, you started in last place.

And you won!

After the race was over we all praised you.

You just smiled and said “Yeah, whenever someone slowed down, I just went around them.” 😳