This is how AH started each and every one of his high school journal entries, which he devotedly wrote in every day: Today Was Awesome. Can you imagine me, married to a high school optimist? Reader, I am. Anyway, today was awesome. Wasn't sure it would be. Homework has been crazy crazy crazy intense lately, 20 hours spent on a 1 minute book trailer, 2 hours sleep last night...that kind of intense. But once again I realized that I am the kind of person who moans and groans but WILL spend twenty hours editing a 1 minute video and wishes she had twenty more to make it really, really perfect. I love to edit video. Maybe I should do something with that one day - in my 80's. But seriously. And when all my homework was turned in at 2 am, my child woke up at 4 am for the second day in a row. This is so bad. 2 hours sleep is somehow less than no hours sleep. And my hand was honestly frozen into a claw shaped from typing. So I couldn't even hug her properly.

As a result, I wasn't expecting much of the last 24 hours. But then, I went to work and my boss said I didn't have to go to work but could go on the 2 hour tree tour of campus led by the university arborist on a crisp fall afternoon. Okay, yes. I will take any tour led by a man who culminates the whole thing with his favourite, beloved tree. Yes.

Then I went and volunteered for the afternoon at my friends Independent School. An afternoon of stories and worksheets with kindergartners and 1st grades and 2nd grades and I just love love love kids. Especially bad boys and girls who lay right down in your lap. One boy was an amazing artist - amazing! - and I told him he had a real gift and that he could obviously look at something and be able to put it on paper and it was such an amazing gift. On the way out my friend praised his drawing and he said, "I have a REAL GIFT" and like, my whole world made sense for a second. There is the small possibility that I could have this job in a year, should we stay here and should I get hired and should I want to...oh, tempting. Definitely going back though, yes ma'am, every week. And they have an in-house daycare! That is beautiful and amazing and wooden toys/no TV or lollipop/super-educational and we can even kind of afford it. I am very, very tempted to defect.

Then we went for beers and the special of the day was Chicken n' Waffles which I had to have and did. And went to see my professor speak at Banned Books week and she said she liked my book trailer, so YAY me. She may even have cried. And now I am not doing homework, all night, not a bit. I am typing this instead and watching Friday Night Lights and being glad amazing days do still come up.