looking forward

Today, you read to your dad's poetry class. You read three poems from a book you got for your birthday and "The Kraken," by Tennyson. You were a big hit, and not very nervous at all. We were very proud of you. This was not quite as exciting as the discovery yesterday that a first grader has moved in across the hall. We spent the previous weekend in Prattville with Clay and Maggie and Cason (and Grace) and had a really good time.