The last two weeks have followed a predictable routine: wake up-get to school-teach-come home-collapse. I’ve been in the grips of a virus I simply can’t seem to shake, and I probably should not have been in my classroom at all in my condition, but…anyway, the kids of 202 have a way of making me forget how miserable I should be feeling, until I get home and have to crash.
Today, feeling as though I am finally in recovery mode, I read Ruth’s Celebration call of welcome:”I’m glad you are here to celebrate. Your act is one of claiming time.” This weekend, I am claiming time by reflecting upon the two things that (truth be told) got me through this week.
The love and warmth of my kiddos, who left messages of encouragement all through the past two school weeks:
And a few photographs of our beloved farm, now winter bound. It will be a while until Spring allows us to visit again, but a friend took some pictures so that we could imagine ourselves there:
This weekend I celebrate my kiddos and my farm…bookends to a blessed life. Thank you, Ruth, for your call to celebrate, no matter what!