Last-ing Memories

Today marked Olivia’s last day of preschool, where, after a false start at another place, she has attended since October 2007. As I’ve mentioned before, the thing we were most concerned about when switching schools was finding a place that couldn’t possibly crush her boundless spirit. I’m happy to report that the rambunctious, imaginative three-year-old who started there a year and a half ago graduated as a fun-loving, creative, and energetic near-five-year-old who’s ready to tackle kindergarten in the fall.

In her time there, she has made great friends (as have we, with her friends’ parents), been shepherded by a host of dedicated teachers, and dazzled – and bedazzled – us with her artistic efforts and love for the Lord. It seems fitting, therefore, that her final day was greatly shaped by those things and people.

Hanging out with friends Ava and Lucy

With Miss Leslie, director of the preschool

Receiving her certificate from Miss Barb,
one of her pre-K teachers

Waiting for the concert and ceremony to start

Memorable malaprop: The line "When my burden's heavy"
from one of their songs became "When my bird is heavy"