When I was in about the second grade, I remember walking home from school one day. My bus stop was about 2 blocks away and the leaves had already fallen thickly on the ground. I got to my front lawn and looked up at the sky. I don't remember the sky part but I imagine it much have been amazing because even as a second grader I laid down in the leaves to look at it. I just stared up and realized how at peace and happy I was. I told myself that I would never forget that moment, and I still haven't.
To be honest that may be one of the last times I ever felt like a kid. That was before Vermont, divorce, hospitals, trials, more divorce, more trials. I hold on to that moment though, because it reminds me of a lot. It reminds me that there will be a day when I experience that peace and joy once again. It reminds me why I fight for the kids I interact with, and what I want for them. It reminds me that God is good, and he gives us moments of such beauty that they can outlast 13 years of tough times. Light will always overthrow the darkness. I'm living with the hope that some of that light will shine through me.
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