Visiting Meg's Classroom

Somehow I'm forty and my beautiful little girl is in rocketing into fourth grade. Meg is part dancer, part artist, part actress, part singer, and part athlete. All bundled together into a redheaded atom bomb. I don't think there's anything that can stop or and nothing she cannot do. When I grow up, I want to be like her!

I rushed home from work and ended the day visiting Meg's classroom. She showed us her journal full of drawings, an "All About Meg," poster (complete with big-eyed Molly) and a hand-made 3D rendering of her "perfect meal." And afterwards the entire class went outside to bury their version of a time capsule. (Which they'll unearth at the end of the year.)

She's growing too quick. Exploring so much of the world. Finding stray pieces of reality and completely remodeling them around her. I get caught her gravity sometimes. Waiting to see what she comes up with next. What she'll write or how she'll interpret music into her own modern dance. Life is never dull when Meg is involved. If only she could remake the world for everyone the way she's remade it for me.