kids at the library. pure joy.

today, a 5 year old whom I’ve known since she was 3 kept coming up behind me and poking me in the neck. it was her way of showing her love. (I used to see her all the time, but lately she has had karate class during the arts and crafts time, so we haven’t seen each other much.)

and then two of my 11 year olds spontaneously burst into song and dance during creative writing class. and afterwards begged me for help on finding books.

joy.

pure, unadulterated joy.