Monday, July 19, 2021
About nine years ago, our family had a moving truck all packed to head to Chicago. We had said our "goodbyes" to our family and friends. There was still one last goodbye I had to make and it was the one I was dreading the most. It wasn't a "goodbye" to a person, but a place and a community that I had grown to love so much. I drove my vehicle over to the Christian school that had become such an important place in our lives. The last thing I had to pack up was the boxes I had left in my classroom. I loaded my vehicle and walked back inside to return my key. Nobody was at the school this day, so I tucked my classroom key in an envelope and dropped it in the elementary principal's mailbox. As the key fell into the mailbox my heart hurt so badly and the tears burst from my eyes. I loved this school so much. I loved teaching there. I loved the people I worked with, the students, and the families. This school welcomed Jeremy and I both into their...