I have to write in here, though, because I've made a vow to write in here at least once a week. Don't know if it'll happen, but I figure it's a good goal to set. When I used to keep a diary, I used to write once a day, maybe more.
My little girl is sick. Last time she had a fever, we ended up taking her to the ER, and it spiked at 105.5. Want to tell you, it scared us bad. So we've kept up with ibuprofen every four hours. We don't want this one to get out of control. By the way, she had pink eye last time, but the doctor still thought it unusual for her to have such a temp. Oh, well, not even they know everything. Anyway, if she's sick, I'll have to stay home with her. If Jon's sick (which he has been all morning), he'll keep her home with him. But I pray that she's not. I hate when my little girl is sick.
I was wrong about when I can quit work at SRCS. My last day will be the 29th. But still, that's not far at all. Just next month. I just have to get through summer camp, and it's going pretty quickly. And I do enjoy working with the second graders. They're so receptive. And most of them are smart. Yes, I do have those who are defiant and want to do their own thing, but even those ones I love. I want to say that if I never knew that love was a choice (albeit a difficult one sometimes), I have learned it is just working with children. You can't hate any of them, of course, but you really can't dislike them either. You have to choose to love them. That comes easily with some, but not all of them. This is where God comes in. Some of those kids it's tough to love.
Anyway, I should probably skidaddle. Earlier today, I read Our Town, a play by a man whose name I can't think of now. Anyway, in the end Emily Webb dies in childbirth and she chooses not to accept death. So she picks a day (her twelfth birthday) to live over again, and realizes that no one really takes time to see how lovely life is. I've been thinking of that all day, and it's true. We get so caught up in life that we never take the time to observe it. It all flies by, and one day down the road we'll stop and realize that it passed up and we never even noticed. So I've decided to take life slower. I'm going to notice the color of the leaves, look at the way my baby smiles, really savor the love between me and Jon. I'm going to try to look at life more as the gift that it is rather than a race to be won.
Anyway, let me sign off.