Teacher love.

My oldest says to me, "I have my eye on a first grade teacher.  She's pretty and has glasses."

That about sums up what she's looking for in a teacher.

I can just imagine the pick me up lines they are throwing around at recess or how the kids size up their prospects at the lunch table.

"You see her?  I'm going to tell her I like her hair."
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm going to show her all of the books I can read in a week."
"Back off, I saw her first."

This past school year Riley spent the fall months trying to emulate her teacher's high-waist skirts.  (She has to tuck it in with a polo.  It's not a good look.)  Then, she moved on what will go down as the Great Converse Phase of 2013.  She just had to have shoes like her teacher.

Riley is also one of those rare kids who is dreading the end of the school year.  For the past nine months we have seen our little person grow and shine under her beloved teacher.  Riley feels loved and shows love to the kids in her classroom.  She worries when someone looks sad and is excited when a classmate gets a compliment.  This all starts with a great teacher. 

The greatest compliment for a teacher, I think anyways, was given today when after our conversation about her future teacher crush, Riley explains, "I just think I would make a great kindergarten teacher." 

Me too, lady friend.