Don't tell Olivia...
SHHHH...DON'T TELL OLIVIA
Shhhh…Don’t tell Olivia that I’m sharing this.
She’s been asking her mother and I whether or not we had crushes when we were her age.
Apparently, she has a thing for a third grade classmate, and this morning she shared with me the heart she made for him last night, but would not show me the note she wrote.
At dinner last night, she told us she liked him because he also likes to read, is smart, and according to her best friend, he likes her back.
Coincidentally, yesterday I took a picture of this cool graffiti I found outside of Walgreens on the old school phone booth. It reads:
“My beloved, my third grade love, also my first tru love, my heart of hearts, my soulmate. I miss you, hope you’re safe. Zay Queen”