It was hard to suppress a smile as the four year old pre-school graduates walked (solemnly) to the familiar cadence of Pomp and Circumstance.
They were dressed in fine array with felt 'mortar board' caps complete with elastic straps under their chins.
They marched up onto the steps of the platform in the front of the sanctuary. They carefully positioned their toes on the masking tape placed on the floor - a piece for each student - presumably with their name.
The teacher got their attention and gave them permission to wave to their families. And wave they did. There were almost 40 kids and probably 200 people in attendance (Emilee had a rather large contingent of 9 - her brothers gladly took some time off of school to attend).
The pre-schoolers sang 4 songs and recited 26 Bible verses - one for each letter of the alphabet (Zion heard and was glad was the verse used for Z in case you were wondering). They did a great job.
The ensuing slide show informed us about all the activities of the year. The kids got to dress up as Pilgrims; as cowboys/girls (they even had a real life cowboy with a real life horse come to school!);princes and princesses (complete with a Rapunzel-type tower!); and were able to attend school one day in their pajamas (teachers too!).
It was great fun. We made the six hour round trip without incident (no hail, no floods) and took some extra time to stop in and visit a former neighbor of Mom and Dad's. While we did that Kimmee Sue helped herself to at least 8 or 10 of Dad's Fig Newtons, which he keeps in the car in case he goes hypoglycemic, but she seemed none the worse for the over-indulging.
The trip was fun, the kids were cute, the time with family was sweet.
Now...I know what I want to be when I grow up.
A preschool teacher.
Or maybe just a preschooler.