Three hours are left before the last day of March, and I still don’t know what to write about today. Was there a slice hidden somewhere in my day? If there was, I didn’t notice it, maybe because I was preoccupied by something.
Was it that moment when a third grade student came up with the perfect metaphor for a poem she’s writing?
It could have been when a first grade student sat up a little straighter after figuring out a word he didn’t know.
Was it hiding in the emails I wrote?
Maybe it was when a kindergarten student hugged me in the hallway just because she felt like it.
Did I miss it while I was planning for tomorrow?
Or was it when I got home after a late meeting and my husband had dinner ready and waiting?
Whenever it happened, it went by unobserved. Some days are like this.
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