Yesterday Clover, Drummer and I ate lunch with Pearl at school. They all have different lunch times, so I have to rotate through everyone. She's just like her dad. She told me lunch starts at 11:15, but I think you should leave 10 minutes early, because if you leave at 11:15 you might be too late.We were 15 minutes early, just to make completely sure we wouldn't be too late to dine with her in a loud cafeteria that happened to have a group of high school physical education goers running in circles to the YMCA blaring and throwing balls at each as they went.
It was delightful.
Olive came home to announce she would be going to the spelling bee for the school. Stunned silence from this parent. Now, don't mistake me, I love my dear Olive. She is the most meek person you have and quite possibly will meet. She loves life and little schoolmates flock to give her hugs upon arrival, much like paparazzi to a celebrity. But. Academics is not very pressing to her. I was thrilled, because it was just what she needed. I asked her what words she had to spell, and she could only remember one, blush, and then gave me all the details of who got out and when. You know, the more important stuff.Then, tonight she offered the prayer before dinner. The smile it put on my lips might be there for a while yet. Please bless me to do well in the spelling bee and please bless me that if I win I will be humble and not proud and please bless me that if I don't win I won't be sad....
Pearl pointed out that the whole prayer was about her. Not all of it. But most of it.
Whether or not she spells with accuracy, she will do well.