Lucy’s class made a book called “Our Heroes” and she chose me as hers.
I worried about this when she told me. I thought I would look shamefully inferior next to “real heroes” and that sometime she’d come to that pitiful realization. I spent a ridiculous amount of time fretting over the fact that my picture would be going in this book. This was all silly. The book arrived and it’s lovely.
The kids chose parents or other people not for their job or status in the world, but for how that person makes them feel about themselves. There was a lot of love and honesty in those pages. It’s a very special book. I’m so pleased to be included in it.