A Pint Sized Blessing

Tuesday, this week, Todd dropped Izzie off at preschool. I spent time with Garrett running errands and grocery shopping. I love our little time together alone. I know it's good for Garrett. We got everything we needed done, including stopping by "the shop." The shop is what we call Nina's and Grandaddy's frame store. It's actually called The Custom Framer. I got to drop off our family pictures, so the professionals could take care of them for me. I have some wonderful in-laws, who are very talented. I'm excited to finally have some pictures that I want to hang in our master bedroom. They do wonderful work. I'm lucky to have them in all aspects of my life, even when I need a frame for my picture. Not to mention, while we were there Garrett got spoiled rotten with a handful of mini Milky Ways.

When we were done, I took Garrett to go pick Izzie up from school. I always arrive about fifteen minutes early. I just can't wait to get her, talk to her about her day, and hug her. Someday she will be embarrassed and I won't be allowed to hug her at school. Anyways, I won't get upset about that now.

As I pulled in the parking lot, I saw that they had just come outside to play on their playground. I decided to not ruin the fun and I just watched her for a little while instead of getting her. I finally got out with Garrett and walked up to the fence surrounding the playground. The teachers, Mrs. Sherron and Mrs. Hannah, both came up to me handing me various flyers and her backpack. They both seemed so happy to see me and immediately said they had to tell me something. I started to worry that Izzie had been in timeout, because I know she's not always an angel. They said that a little girl had just started the program and was having a hard time adjusting. She is foreign and would talk to the teachers only in her language. From the story they told, it seemed that she would get very upset, frustrated, and cry throughout the day. She had been with them almost a month and it was not getting better. Mrs. Hannah seemed to be the one the little girl would constantly speak to in a foreign language. Well, they told me that somehow the little girl had become very attached to Izzie, to the point where she would constantly ask for her and the teachers would take her to find Izzie so she would calm down. I noticed this little girl following Izzie around on the playground. She is about half Izzie's size. It was so sweet. Mrs. Hannah told me that Izzie was such a blessing and an answer to her prayers for this little girl.

You can't imagine the happiness that filled my heart when I heard this. Even at such a young age, God could work through Izzie to be a blessing to her teachers. She's such a blessing to me, too.