The other day I was making my way down the hallway to the bathroom at school when a little boy who had just come in to school started talking to me. He had come in a different door than was usual because our playground had recently developed a sink hole and so they had to block off the driveway where the kids are dropped off as well as the blacktop part of the playground. He asked if the hole was a sink hole and I told him that it was and they would be fixing it soon. The next thing I knew, he was holding my hand. I asked him his name and asked what grade he was in and who was his teacher. I told him I was a good friend of his teacher. He had a big smile on his face and I wished him a good day.
I love those small moments that leave a mark on my heart.