Today I am Loving {140a}

When the sweet boy enters your kitchen holding his book, walks right past you and your "hey," and sits down at your table totally absorbed, you leave him to it and flutter about, gathering together a few remaining objects necessary for the learning day; when five minutes into it you lean on the table next to him, to write down some things, and not a peep from him, and so you walk away and then past again and only then does he look slightly up, and only then does he say, 

"oh hey Miss Lauren, we were early, so I just thought I'd read," 

so sweet, so simple, as if he's happily surprised to find you there.