Happy Birthday to Me! So MANY surprises!

Mr. Knapp knows how much I love my birthday, and the kids certainly appreciate how much I do for them and all of their birthdays. And because Mr. Knapp and the kids are so good to me all of the time, I had no doubt that they would go above and beyond for birthday No. 55. They did NOT disappoint!

I knew something was up when Adrianna Duvujkai stopped me from going into class.

Yes, in case the video doesn't work, Adrianna walked me in laps around the school until I got to walk in to a huge SURPRISE!

First hour was in charge of decorations, and wow! They did a great job. You'll notice the color YELLOW--my favorite! And the yellow brick road! Just like when I play "Happy Birthday" for our birthdays, I sat down at the piano with every class and played for them while they sang "Happy Birthday" to me! (It seriously made me so happy!)

Second hour was in charge of GIFTS (and yellow hair bows, one of which I would sport for the remainder of the day)! I wouldn't have expected much, but I got so many that it got kinda ridiculous. My favorite? A deck of cards with pictures of me and Mr. Knapp!

Third hour was the boys. Who knew what to expect?

Oh wait, FOOD!

At this point in the day, I always go home. Mr Knapp had suggested that I wear yellow the day before, but I don't have many things that are yellow that I would wear to school (think summer dresses). You better believe I FOUND something before I went back for the afternoon!

Fifth hour had the most darling idea going with the them of games. They made a TREASURE HUNT for me, but their clues were so tricky, that we worked on them as a class.

And sixth hour brought desserts and photo ops.

I love my job, the kids, and Mr. Knapp! Seriously, what more could I want? Yeah, just read the next post ;-)

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