Later that afternoon, Honey, the baby and I were as pleased as punch to head back up to the school to watch the PCP represent his class in their annual marathon. This event is a coveted school tradition and quite a big deal – the fastest boy and girl (based on an in-class race the week before) from each class are selected to run. The runners are escorted to the track by the teachers and the entire school surrounds the track to cheer on their class. There are loads of parents, music, dancing, posters and signs. And, first, second and third place runners from each grade are awarded much coveted trophies in an awards ceremony.
The Kindergarten Line Up
AND HE TAKES SECOND PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
John was absolutely positively ecstatic with his run. I mean, he was literally beaming with pride. And good gracious alive, I thought my heart was going to pound straight out of my chest. It’s hard work being someone’s number one fan :-) Between this race and Muffins with Mom, I pretty much walk around grinning like the cheshire cat these days.
A huge celebratory hug from brotherDiana, God has given me so much more than I ever expected.