I have to say goodbye tomorrow. And I don't know how I am going to do it.
The sunflowers on my kitchen table cause me to stop in the doorway every time I enter the room. Succinctly, they rule. They thrill and delight me. They provide comfort and gladness, liveliness and elation. Much like my precious, remarkable students.
I need that positivity today. I need to bottle it and swallow it as if it were sweet nectar in order to maintain the strength I know is necessary for tomorrow.
Some may say I feel things too deeply; to that, I say, I wouldn't have it any other way.