"This is the saddest day of my life."
Such were the words of woe uttered by Christa on the last day of kindergarten.
She had tears in her eyes.
I had tears in my eyes too.
It had been a fun-filled year.
Three days earlier she'd graduated with the rest of her class--wearing a blue gown and a cap complete with a tassle! Christa and her kindergarten comrades recited Bible verses and sang songs. Each student shook hands with Mrs. Jarboe and Mrs. Murphy and smiled for the camera when they received their diploma.
A few more days of fun--and then the year was truly over. Christa came home with a laminated scrapbook of memories that she has looked at again and again. The day she made a robot with her fifth-grade buddy. The day she visited the pumpkin patch. The day she learned about Indians and named herself "She who was born in the snow." Science Day and Art Day and the 100th Day of School.
What a grand year she had.
Mrs. Jarboe made certain that, in the midst of all the fun and laughter, Christa learned what she needed to know to be ready for first grade. Christa isn't really looking forward to that yet. She's too busy hating saying goodbye to such a wonderful teacher.
That's a good kind of sad.
And for that I am grateful.
May your day be anchored in gratefulness.