My children are in Maine with their grandparents and I am taking the time to go through the world's largest paper pile--paper accumulated over the past year--or maybe longer.
I am finding things that I have not seen before. Little sketches, stories, poems, pictures, notes. A year's worth of children being children.
A year's worth of pink kitty drawings.
I have been laughing out loud. And crying out loud. And doing other things out loud.
I have been invigorated, inspired, illuminated, awed, soured (like a pickle, not milk), surprised.
I am profoundly thankful for the teachers, friends, and humans interacting with my children; you are a gift.
My children are a gift and I am grateful.
Over the next few days I am going to try to post found things that I love. My favorites...and then I will shove everything into a folder or box or file or cabinet. I will freeze moments in time. I will let go and live.
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