…or should I say, my life?! 🙂
I was tucking Lil D into bed last night after a long evening of “preparing” for Teachers’ Day. She had spent considerable time making a lovely quilling card for her teacher and it was quite late. We were generally chatting when this happens.
Lil D: Do you know who my favourite teacher is?
Me: (super-confident) Ms. A? (she shakes her head)
Me: (a little puzzled, for I know Ms. A is her absolute favourite of all time) Ms. P? (she shakes her head)
I try to think who else could be her favourite teacher. At this point, with a big smile, she points her finger at me.
Lil D: You are my favourite teacher!
Me: (surprised) Me?
Lil D: Yes, you. You are the only one who can explain anything to me, whatever I don’t understand, and make me understand.
Needless to say, I was thrilled to bits. And moved, of course. This morning, she woke up and gave me a big hug saying “Happy Teachers’ Day!”
Thank you, Lil D! I cannot imagine life without you!