Goldie (aka the Heisman trophy to little boys)

Whitt had his first day of preschool today. Baby Bruce and I walked him to school, and then we said a little prayer together outside his room. I gave him a kiss, and he walked in without hesitation, with a huge smile on his face. Selfishly, I was a little sad, but for the most part, I was just happy for him. He was so excited about his day and so ready to be there. When I picked him up, it was even greater level of excitement. He was absolutely beaming! Sheer joy oozing out of every pore of his body. As he strutted to the car, he yelled to me, "I get to bring Goldie home! I am the first one." (Goldie is a stuffed animal dog that each little boy gets to take home for a night. Goldie has a carrying case and comes with a "Clifford" book to read. They draw names out of a jar so they all get a night with Goldie.) As I rolled down my window, Whitt's teacher leaned in and said they had purposefully pulled Whitt's name out of the jar because he had been such a sweet friend on the playground that day. Evidently, one of the little boys in Whitt's class had been overwhelmed by all the yelling on the playground and said he didn't like the noise. My little man who has the energy of a tasmanian devil and loves to use his "outside" voice incessantly at all times looked at his teacher and volunteered to play with his new friend using a soft voice while all the other boys ran around. My sweet three-year old stopped doing one of his absolute favorite things to serve a friend, and he was so proud of himself as I was of him. And, although I am pretty sure he will be up to his usual antics just as soon as he wakes up from his nap, I am relishing in what has got to be the most perfect first day of school! And, yes, I know I am bragging, but I just can't help myself!