The Night Before First Grade, praying, and the Soul Mate

I. is an interesting person. She can be so predictable, and yet not so much at times. She has really been looking forward to 1st grade all summer, and for most of last year, never looking back on her Kindergarten memories with sadness or longing. She enjoyed Kindergarten, but was completely happy when it was over. The biggest excitement for her? Desks in 1st grade. Yup, that's what she's been waiting for. I wonder how she'll feel after one week when she realizes that she actually has to sit and stay at her desk. I don't know. She didn't seem to care one way or the other if kids she knew were going to be in the class. I was excited to find out. But, when she found out that her soul mate was going to be there, she got really excited, and D. was just as excited for her (believe me, we hear about him a lot).

She told me that in the morning on her way to school, she'll be happy to go, but that she'll feel very tired. When we get there, she said, she'll be a little bit shy at first and then totally fine. I'm glad that she has this all figured out.

Oh, and shockingly enough, we got a call from CDC today saying that they found her glasses case! WOW! I was certain that a kid stole it and that we'd never see it again. D. has been praying constantly that someone would find I.'s glasses case, even after weeks, but I finally told her last night that no one was ever going to find it and that she could stop praying about it and that Heavenly Father probably just wants to teach I. a lesson. I had no faith. Today when we found out about the case, I praised D. and thanked her for being the only one in our family who still believed that Heavenly Father would find it, and that He found it just because D. had prayed so hard about it, unwaiveringly. I was put to shame.

By the way, when I. first started talking about how her soul mate (not that she's used this term, but that adequately describes her feelings) was her boyfriend, I gave her a mini lecture about what a boyfriend means, and that we do not have them until we're 16. I asked the boy's mom if he had ever mentioned I., but she hadn't heard anything and was afraid that he had been mean or something. NO, NO, I told her. On the contrary. After filling her in, she seemed shocked and went home to ask her son about I.. His response? "I really like I.. I like playing with her and she's nice, but I'm not ready to be in a relationship." Haha. I'm glad. I later heard from another mom helper in the classroom that he said "I. is good marriage material." She seemed shocked that he even knew such a term. I am too. Lucky I.. Haha.