That's me in Kindergarten. My mom had this 'bun' thing that year. Mrs McCallister was my teacher. I remember she fell in class and broke her leg. I also remember her throwing my art project in the trash when I didn't follow the directions. We had snacks in those days and laid on towel for naps. I threw up in class and had to walk home. I wanted to stay at school, but they made me go.
My dad passed away young at 57. I was expecting Aaron my oldest. I got the news while at Aaron's baby shower May 15th. Aaron was born 1 month later. Aaron and Katelyn whistle. You know that sound you can get blowing out your pucker. My dad had the most beautiful penetrating whistle. "When the Saints Go Marching In" is my fondest memory. My memory of his whistle comes through when I here my kids whistle. Oft times they are whistling a tune while working, doing homework and once even through family prayer!(Aaron) This feels like a trait passed down from someone my children never met.