This past year has been a year of new normal (ick I hate that term). Getting into another full year of my teacher coaching, new friends, a first grader in the house, adding to our family this past Spring with the arrival of Alex the goldfish, Dan and I continuing to march on in our quest to have another kid, and so on.
I've been cleaning and clearing out unnecessaries, now that winter is practically here. A few days ago, I came across this box full of most of the cards I received when I was sick.
Friday afternoon, in my traditional end-of-week cleanup, I began to go through the cards. I'm thinking it's time to ditch the box and just hang on to a few reminders of the love that was sent to me and Dan during our little crisis.
I was seriously in tears (not that anyone's surprised) reading each one. Since then, I had definitely pushed these memories to the farthest, tucked away corner, refusing to recall the need for such words of support. But this was a treat - feeling so loved all over again. I am in awe that people knew me so well; some of the cards were created with me in mind.
|Remember the white M&M Kung-Fu fighting?|
|BLITSTEIN: The Musical (by Will M., former student)|
|the bulldog is fuzzy|