Surely I am not the only one feeling fragile lately, the need for kindness so great I smile at pigeons. So when Zoey sat down tonight and made this card for her first grade teacher I nearly wept--not cried, but wept--a feeling so raw it belongs among statues.
Which. Just. Yes. Thank you to all of the teachers that take care of our children and make them feel safe and loved and special.
Rolling in seasonal sap as if it were armor of some kind,