peace
This morning as I was walking to Hughes, these fat flakes of snow drifted quietly down to the ground, catching on my coat and in my hair and all over the high school papers I was carrying. It finally felt like Christmas to me. Last night before falling asleep, I prayed for a good day today, and God answered my prayer. My students did their work, I got lots of papers graded, and no one said they hated my class. Good day.