When Sofie wakes up on a Monday morning, she bounces out of bed. I’m not saying this metaphorically. She literally bounces out bed. Mondays are special for her. She loves them. If she loved a day of the week more, it would be Tuesday only because she has gymnastics on Tuesday. Or maybe it would be Thursday, but not because that’s the end of her school week, but because she has school and ballet on Thursdays. Sofie loves going to school.
Her obsession with it, with being out in front of people, with learning and playing around them inspires me. It makes me want to jump out of bed and get excited for the week. It makes me want to say stop saying Mondays… am I right? And start saying Mondays! Am I right?!