Classroom is getting bare and my heart sinks a bit.
The move up day for the kindergarten class is today and I ,well,as much as I am looking forward to it, it’ll be bittersweet for all of the staff.The teacher is making up sandcastle buckets filled with trinkets for their memories. I have cards for the boys but am waiting until the last day of school.
As I mentioned in earlier posts, I know I’ll be teary-eyed, but will always hold this very special class of boys in my prayers and my heart.
So today, in the classic tradition of Philadelphia, that is, voting early and often, I am working the polls to the primary election.
My butt is dragging since I had to be here at 5:15am, after getting up at 4am to take care of the girls.So far I’ve had two cups of coffee and I am still in a fog.Now, we are onto recipe discussion, getting deep in discussion with a 91 year old,75 year old and 68 year old…see a trend there?
I miss being with my school kids. Tomorrow is their big day for their kindergarten concert.Fortunately, I’ll be back with them for it.
Time stops for no one.