Children really truly are God's gift to the world. Ms. Jackie's having a really bad day, the stuff finally hit the fan with her baby-mama-drama. She was telling me about it, and on the verge of tears, when something beautiful happened. It was water day, 9 2-year-olds were playing in the sprinkler. One little girl that we call Gizmo because she looks like the cute little Gremlin looked up and saw that Ms. Jackie wasn't happy. She ran over with her wet, sweaty little self, jumped on Ms. Jackie's lap, kissed her on the cheek and said "Be otay Jackie, Jesus love you. I love you too!" And then the conversation turned to work, and her girls, and the good things in her life. It's amazing how one little sentence, one little action, or one single person can turn things around. I see how lucky I am, to be with these kids. They give me so much more than I could ever do for them. I know I need to grow up, but I'm afraid to lose what I have. I still for most part see things through the eyes of a child. I've been crushed, had my heart broken, but I still love the same way my toddlers love--with all they've got, in spite of whatever happens. Goodness, this entry went in a completely different direction than I intended. Maybe I'll clarify later.