It started with a bad dream. In this bad dream, the mafia had managed to get my sister kicked out of the police academy and told me there was nothing I could do about it. Kinda freaked me out, even if it was just a dream.
I get to school to find out I have two dads of two students (different families) breathing down my neck about why their sons aren't doing well in my class. Because of course its my fault they don't do their homework.
Later in the day I find out that two of my students lost their father in last night's storm. I don't like to say I have favorite students, but these two kids hold a very special place in my heart. And now their dad is gone.
I was reminded that the anniversary of my uncle's death is coming soon--the uncle who was so full of life and had it ripped from him by cancer. There are few hurts that go as deep as that particular loss.
All day today, I've been thinking about how I should have just stayed in bed. But then I was reminded of something else...
Five years ago today, I was sitting at my parents' house, waiting. I had flowers on the table, a lasagna in the oven, and a ring in my pocket. In just a few hours, someone I love very much was going to walk through that door, and I was going to ask her something. And her answer changed my life forever.
Praise be to God, she said yes.
So, all in all....this has been one of the best days of my life...
Keep Soaring,
B
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