Blood, sweat, and tears of joy packed away

Packing up the Danforth Christian Academy today. The familiar melancholy revisits my heart as it faithfully does at the end of each year as a teacher. Bittersweetness runs through my brain as I file away meticulously colored pictures of the Mayflower, joyous brushstrokes of flowers in fields, homework splattered with tears of frustration, crayola colors of hunting with Daddy, coffee-spilt arithmetic, crinkled and wrinkled memory verses, stacks of sight words. I have loved you, year of 2011-2012. I have loved each moment of homeschooling my babes. Thank you, God, for this year of sweetness, this year of richness, this year of depth with these little souls entrusted me. I trust you know I've done my best with the gift of your grace. I look at these little desks, these little chairs, and reflect on the hours we have spent in this den of learning. A treasure in my heart forever...these hours of brain expansion, of character building, of Mommyness when I didn't think I could do it. 

Thank you God. Your gifts have been good.