I know the phrase “pride and joy” is supposed to refer to your kid, but I’m commandeering it. And I’mma use it to refer to my husband.
Mr. P is really fortunate to have landed an awesome job here in St. Louis, after I uprooted us from our home in Nashville to follow my science dreams. It’s a great school with great kids and a great community. And I personally think he fits right into that, great as he is.
The last few weeks of the school calendar at Mr. P’s job are filled with service activities, for all the students and faculty alike. So here’s Mr. P (front row, second from left) with most of his geometry class, serving at a center for refugees. I asked if the boys worked hard and avoided goofing off during their time there, and he said, “Of course.”
The world has lots of good, upstanding people, you guys, and I’m fortunate to be in their shadow. So proud. So much joy.