Tromping to school, fluffy flakes poured down. "It looks like dust, Mom!" [which, of course, is worrisome and slightly horrifying because he knows what dust is from the hordes of it lining our shelves.]
"Stick out your tongue, Mom, " he excitedly demanded. "Stick it out and catch the snowflakes!"
And so I did. So we did. Marching along, tongues stuck way up and giving our hyoid bone a workout (check that out for terminology inserted into regular speak!), we made our way to school. Who can't be fascinated and grateful and overwhelmingly excited when huge nickel-sized flakes are tango-ing on to your cheeks, into your lashes, on to the bits of neck exposed despite scarf tie?
We were excited for another reason too. Other than Halloween festivities and spring water day, this was my first day of volunteering in the kindergarten class. Feeling almost nervous as I readied in the morning I wondered what it would be like, being back in my previous work-type environment? Had I crazily committed to help out weekly? Would I fall right back in love with a career I had been so passionate about? What would it be like???
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