Me 101

Dear well-meaning, but completely oblivious friend,

When I am upset, crying, and slightly irrational--obviously scared about handling my life--you cannot run away--not even literally.  I really need you to stay.  I won't ask, but I need you to give me a hug, sit me down to play with my hair, and put in a silly movie I can obsess over and lose my worries in.  Probably something that lets me cry but has a happy ending--on the really bad days, not-so-happy. . .  Please.  And I need to not have to explain it.

Love,
Me.

Day Off

sleeping in
Doris Day
reading
Doctor Who. . .

Heaven

Adventures in Primary

Today was a rough one.  I don't know, they just couldn't settle today, and I felt as if I had ran a marathon by the end our class period.  

At the very end of primary, I had an interaction that lifted my spirits.  I was packing up all of my bags, and TK--one of the boys from my old class--turned to one of the kids in my new class and said, "You have the best teacher in Primary.  You better be nice to her!"

I nearly started crying.  I didn't hug him right then and there and embarrass him, but it was close.  Bless you, TK, you totally made my day.  And made my train wreck of a Sunday so much better.  Thank you.