A Little Note.

The other day when the kids got off the bus, I stood in the doorway to watch them wander their way up the driveway when I noticed Weslea running as fast as her little legs could take her.

I went back inside to finish up some work I was doing when she ran in the house, slammed the door shut, yelled “MOM!” as loudly as she could and then dashed over to me and threw a piece of paper on the table in front of me.

Alrighty then…

“What in the world is up with you?” I asked her.

“You have got to read that!” she said disgustedly while pointing at the thrown piece of paper like it was filled with poisonous venom.


(Imagine the most disgusted 2nd grade voice you have ever heard in your entire lifetime and you might come close to the way she sounded that afternoon.)

I picked up the crumpled piece of paper and read just about the cutest words a mama of a beautiful eight-year-old girl could read…


“I love you. Your Secret Admirer.”

Although, if you are the daddy of a beautiful eight-year-old girl, they might be the most disturbing words you could ever read. I can hear him already…”You are not allowed to date until you are thirty-years-old!”

“I have a secret admirer!” she moaned. “And he put that thing in my bookbag sometime today.”

I’m kind of getting the feeling that her poor secret admirer doesn’t quite measure up to her long-time love, a certain Mr. Troy from High School Musical. Or her other longtime love…puppies.


Thank you Lord for unattainable eight-year-old crushes and puppies! We can worry about real boys and crushes on them sometime way, way, way, way, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down the road.