Puppy love...But not in the truest since of the phrase.
Back during Hell Week '09, when I helped HUBS finish an insane amount of work at his job the week before school started, I took a little break one time and sat my tired ass down at a teacher's desk to rest. I looked around her space a bit and came on a note written for her by a student last school year.
Here, for you now, the awesomeness that was the letter she had taped to a filing cabinet:
"You are like a sweet apple in a tree. When I sad (not a typo, this kid was only like 8 years old when he wrote this) you comfort me. Trust me I've seen your heart. Mrs. K you are a work of art. You are so pretty I can't close my eyes. And just like my mother you haven't told any lies."
She's so pretty that the boy can't close his eyes, y'all! Lordy, somebody's passions run deep already!
