the hug you get from a seven-year old when she sees you after five days. Love is when 23 kids smile at you and enthusiastically share about all their grand adventures. Love is the one boy reaching out and sitting next to the "weird kid"...the weird kid who loves everyone no matter what. Love is all around us, and I am truly blessed to see it every day growing amongst a classroom of first graders.
First graders rock. It sucks getting so intertwined in their daily life just to say goodbye forever in a mere two and a half more classes. They have touched my life in numerous ways and I am deeply grateful and humbled.
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