Anyway come Tuesday, he was soooo ready. His #1 reason was his teacher said they can read books right away when they get to class. "Last year we had to finish our worksheets first." It's so interesting that it seems when he genuinely wants to be happy, something true to his inborn personality just seems to fight it with every fiber of his being. I mean he really pulled out all the stops this morning, just woke up in a foul mood, complaining about EVERYTHING. Thankfully God gave me the grace to ignore his funk until he got over it, which was about when we pulled into the school parking lot. Usually his frustrating attitude gets my blood boiling but i was able to stay cool this morning, not feed into it and i just told him, "I already prayed for you when i got up this morning, and i know you're gonna have the most awesome day!"
He was all sunshine and roses when we got out of the van, happy to take pictures even though 30 seconds prior had vehemently stated that there would be no photographs whatsoever. From what (very) little info i was able to extract from him, he seems to have had an excellent first day of school. Praise God!
You can tell by the cheekbones that there's a smile.
There's my goofball.
The official pic.
Blurry, but we love Miss Hamilton!