I was walking towards the office this morning after settling the kids into their morning work. I needed to deliver several notes before we officially began centers and glanced up to see Frank barreling into the building.
There were many other paraprofessionals, several teachers, and kids of various ages walking this way and that, when Frank shouted to us all, “HEY! Sorry I’m late people!! My mom hit the snooze and forgot to get up!”
We all turned to him and smiled.
“Well, gotta go!” he said with a smile as he ran down the hall. And when I say run, I mean barrel at a fast walk with a backpack (probably laden with rocks) swinging to and fro.
Yeah. I’m still in love. (And it’s a much more beautiful love when I only see him in short but magnificent bursts.)