Tori is a senior here at State High. There are approximately 700 young men and women graduating with her next weekend.
Last week she came home and as soon as she walked in the door she threw down her backpack and shouted (cause that's how we communicate in this house), "Mom! I am on the front of the yearbook!"
"The front? Like the front page?"
"No - the cover."
I thought for a moment, and replied, "The COVER page? Like the first page?"
"NO! THE COVER. THE. HARD. FRONT. COVER. Oh My God. How did you EVER become a teacher?"
And then she pulled it out of her backpack, flung it on the table, and ran away shaking her head.
She was right. The HUGE fifty pound yearbook on the table? Her pic is SMACK on the front cover.
And yes, in case you were wondering, it DID bring a tear to my eye. Or two.