I finally had a rough day. Everyone has off days, and today one of my classes had that day.
However, after cross country practice I was able to talk it out with one of the first teachers I met in 2013. She listened for nearly 50 minutes as I clamored on, listening intently to my stories. Even though we’re in the same school the sheer size keeps me from visiting.
I’m grateful for the opportunity this afternoon. It took a load off my shoulders, and allowed me to understand that we will all have off days.
I’m just over a week into being an official teacher inside the school I’m currently with. It’s been a whirlwind of a month; from teacher orientation, room design and construction (literally), to the very first day of school. It’s easily a thought that I’ve processed on multiple days, but have concluded that the battery life in my keyboard wouldn’t last long enough for me to type out all of my thoughts in relation to this amazing experience.
Waking up August 2nd continues to put a smile on my face. Four years ago it was because I was starting a new job, a new life, all in a new city.
Kind of hard to imagine, at that time, anything in life that could surpass that type of anniversary.
A wedding will easily trump that. Perhaps I’m finally getting old, but it’s hard to believe that Darco and I have known each other for 3 1/2 years, have been together for 3 years, and now officially married for 2 years.
I appreciate the fact that there’s still so much to learn about one another; that learning process never stops. At the same time watching our growth as individuals and as a couple has been fascinating.
Yesterday was calm and quiet. It revolved around our house church group and planning the future. Relocating to the city, selling vehicles, etc…we can’t deny the reality that we’re adults doing “adult things” (Darco embraces that truth far better compared to myself).
Either way, here’s to another year of adventures, stories, and memories. Make no mistake, even through the chaos of our lives, in the end I can look at my wife and acknowledge how beautifully blessed I am.
Note: Anniversary cake two years in the freezer...not so much.