The following story came by email today. It is the first one I have ever seen written by my precious first grade granddaughter. I read it with delight and pride.
“The Qwen and the Prinsess,
Wans thar was a Qwen and a prinsess. The prinsess crown brok a week lader she askt for a new crwen.
Hunnneyyy can’t you wate till tmorow but mom tmorow I have to war a crown to school OOOK.
The prinsses yelled yyyyyaaaaaa. So they went to the stra and bart her a new crown. IT IS SO PRITEY !!!
This is the response I sent:
This is the most precious story. Why, when I am so thrilled with this, do I worry that my heavenly Father will be upset if I spell my prayers wrong? Besta