Okay, I was having a crummy valentine's day this morning. My beloved is on a business trip, and I'm a single parent for the week. Low blood sugar, almost late to school, listening to several instances of bad news from family and parish...
and then the 4-year-old class showed up.
I'm the 'special friend' for Mrs. X's 4-year-old class. (every staff member is adopted as a special friend by one of the classes.) They came and sang happy birthday to me last October, they made me a Christmas card, that sort of thing.
Today, it was coffee, home made chocolate-chip cookies (my favorite), and a knock-me-over-in-a-gang-tackle hug from nine children all cheerfully singing "happy valentine's day, father cristopher, we love you!"
some days I LOVE this job.
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St. Sam used a typewriter; I use a fountain pen.
