Okay, so that's not exactly true. She donned red, white, and blue --including her big, poofy red skirt from Halloween a few years ago-- for Patriotic Day. (Or whatever they called it.) She was a tiny bit anxious that she'd be the only kid who would dress up --and indeed it seemed at drop-off that she was one of precious few-- but still, she got out of the car and marched up to the school like a boss.
I can't tell you how much I love that she's liking eighth grade. She's always been a really, really (really) good student, but she's also always complained about going. But not this year: this year she likes her classes and her teachers and is genuinely enjoying herself with friends. (Even the boys. In fact, some of the kids she talks the most about are boys. Talk about a 180.)
Seeing my girl happy makes my heart smile. (And if he can see her, I bet it makes Logan smile, too.)
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