A little girl in my former primary class brought me these flowers today. There was also a tiny green journal and a few others goodies. Her mom told me later she bought them with her own money. She’s 6 years old. Of course I cried.
But I adore my new class. It’s sort of impossible not to. But remember Isaac? His mom told him he’d finally get to be in my class this year… but it’s not so. Lots of tears and sadness. Poor little guy.
In other news it was 76 degrees today. Thank you California, I love you.