I just got
off the phone with Niklas, Lou’s new preschool teacher. She’s starting early November,
we are going to visit the school, the teachers and the other kids next week.
The school is brand spanking new. Like they moved in last week.
We rode our bikes around the playground and the outside digs last weekend and it seems absolutely great.
Ronja aka “Jinja”, Lou’s cousin and hero, goes to this school. It’s close to our apartment. You get it. We’re excited.
We rode our bikes around the playground and the outside digs last weekend and it seems absolutely great.
Ronja aka “Jinja”, Lou’s cousin and hero, goes to this school. It’s close to our apartment. You get it. We’re excited.
But.
Niklas is no Julie.
No matter how great he is, and I’m sure he’s stellar, we will always miss Julie. And love her for letting Lou, and us, into her family with open arms. So while I’m stoked that Louisa will be attending a super nice preschool for a teeny tiny fraction of what it would have cost us to have her enrol at a similar facility the U.S…. I also want to point out that she in no way will be getting better care and more love there than she did at Julie’s.
That’s simply not possible.
No matter how great he is, and I’m sure he’s stellar, we will always miss Julie. And love her for letting Lou, and us, into her family with open arms. So while I’m stoked that Louisa will be attending a super nice preschool for a teeny tiny fraction of what it would have cost us to have her enrol at a similar facility the U.S…. I also want to point out that she in no way will be getting better care and more love there than she did at Julie’s.
That’s simply not possible.
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