"But, Mom," he said, "I am just going to miss my teacher SO much!"
My boy can get pretty attached to people he loves.
"I hope the substitute is nice."
"I'm sure she will be," I assured him.
As I watched him shut our front gate on his way to school, I said a little prayer that he would feel joy in his heart today. And then I saw him tilt his head back to look up at the falling snow and stick his tongue out to catch some snowflakes. He did this while he was running to the crosswalk.
Looks like he found joy already.
How I love what my children help me feel and remember: Joy.
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