- thankful for fall days, hayride traditions, and flame throwers that start bonfires.
- giddy at hearing baby giggles and little squirmy dances.
- excited by kiddos who share their Pokémon cards with me and make songs for my favorite characters.
- blessed by friends who ask questions but have the tentative grace to know I might not want to or be ready to share.
- intrigued by the semester ahead and the nuances of what all this profession holds.
- proud of the legacies I see and the deep roots I’ve watered.
- unapologetically me.
- grounded enough to share my truth, to hold fast to it, and refuse to be silenced.
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