You Can't Read?

At my shower last weekend, one of the smaller guests, Maya, made a card for me and Wyatt.  I was so touched by her sweet words that after reading part of it aloud, I exclaimed to the group that I couldn't read the rest.  

Maya looked at me quizzically, "You can't read it?  You're a teacher!  Well, I'll read it then." And she did just that.  

I love that she thought I couldn't read it due to a lack of literacy skills, not due to a soft heart, quick to tears.