I looked at first grade. The photos I'd taken of her, her hands outlined, a list of likes. It was all about her and all about here and all about now: swimming, a dog, new friends, us, this place. Her sweet handwriting as captions to images--this is my dog; I am six; my best friend.
The poster she did this year was much more visual and a lot less wordy. The pictures she used? She took them all herself. Her poster adorned with colorful marker and ribbons. Pictures sticking out around the perimeter like quills. (Had I known that shot she took of me would be displayed for class and congregation, I might have brushed my hair and put on some make up for it.)
I love the first grade poster because it's a snapshot of that time.
I love the second grade poster because it truly is all about her.
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