It’s the little things in life that make my day.
I was working feverishly at school today, preparing for the 25 young souls who will run through the door on Thursday. I took a few minutes to go to my mailbox to check for yet ANOTHER stack of papers, checklists, class lists and other items that find their way to the rectangular purple tub that bears my name.
Inside was a square envelope, with my name and school address carefully written in beautiful script.
This is what was inside.
It was a lovely and touching note from a woman in a neighboring community. She wanted to thank me for writing the monthly column that she so enjoys.
It touched me. It reminded me about little things I neglect. I am sending at least two cards out to friends.
It’s called paying it forward.
Sometimes I just need a gentle reminder.