We have a budding romance a brewin in the Toddler Two room of Jacob's daycare. Oh yes, it is the stuff dreams are made of. We walk in and you can all but hear the strains of Barry White crooning as the door opens and their eyes meet.
Jacob and Izzy.
She's a sprite of a thing barely a few inches taller than a sprig of grass with big beautiful eyes and sweet little flyaway chestnut colored hair. And Jacob adores her.
Last night he said, lifting his arms as he does when ever he asks a question, "where Izzy go?" And this morning, all the way to school he said, "Izzy. Izzy, Momma...."
I joked with his teacher about it this morning and she said when she sometimes moves to another room in the afternoon Jacob says, "Izzy go?" Is that just not the sweetest thing you've ever heard?
Today we took in Valentines for his class. When we made Izzy's he dropped his head and did this shy little glance upward. Oh my goodness. It's a tragic love story in the making. Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Boy gets moved to Preschool One from Toddler Two and girl moves on with Trace or Jake or Matthew. Cue dramatic music. They see each other on the playground or perhaps during potty break or joint circle time.
Oh the drama of young romance.