- 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.
grounded enough to share my truth, to hold fast to it, and refuse to be silenced.