Best Day Ever

All right maybe not ever, but a pretty good one none the less. I was so excited at the prospect of The Sullivan Gang coming for a visit, last night. Defiantely great news.

Today, I had another blast from the past. I was at school, it was rest time, the room was dark and quiet and someone is knocking on my classroom door. Glaring at the door, with the look of death, for WHOMever dare to wake the sleeping masses. In walks a young man. A big cheesy grin and in a second I recognize one of my all time favorite students, Charles. He was one of my first students when I began at Avery. He was in third grade then. He will graduate from high school in May. We have a long history. We weren't exactly fast friends. He was a tough kid to like. We got through all that, played lots of dodge ball, raced to see who could make the best time putting together the USA puzzle and learned to appreciate each other. I took him home most nights after Latch Key, after his parents split up. I fed him, and he slept on my classroom couch when he came home from 5th grade camp, when Mom couldn't pick him up. I sat through 5th grade graduation like a proud parent. He came to see me after 8th grade graduation. He was moving out of the district. He came to see me last year, I was out on maternity leave. He stopped in today to get my address so he could send me a graduation announcement. It meant the world to have him stop in.

It takes a village to raise a child.