Is this real life?

Sometimes I do ask myself this question...is this real life? It can either be said out of frustration or out of great joy. With an attitude of "What on earth am I doing here?!" or of "How could I be so blessed to do this every day?!"

I certainly had one of these moments (the good kind!) on a beautiful Friday afternoon last week. A couple of my sweet students came to school with heavy hearts--hearts that were ready to burst from heartache that their family has recently experienced. As I prepared for the day, I wondered what my role was to be. How could I provide a space of comfort and normal-ness for these little guys who were shaken up? Our day progressed pretty normally, but as our recess time was coming to an end, staying inside seemed positively dreadful. So we didn't.

We packed up our writing, grabbed our big plaid blankets from the loft, and headed out for a writing adventure.

There did end up being booty-shaking, hill rolling (clearly I had lost all control by that point), and other various friday afternoon behaviors, but it was an undeniably joyful day. God is good!