Had a Skype date with my three favorite children. They're still just as awesome as they've always been. They showed me pictures they've drawn for me, gave me kisses, and told me they miss me. My little heart melted all over the place.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
June 8.
I miss these kids. Like, a lot.
In addition to being like my own children: Abigail, Chloe, and Lilly were some pretty freakin' cool friends, too. They had awesome taste in music, movies, food, books, games, and dinosaurs. Not only that, but they played a huge role in solidifying my desire to teach.
There's nothing like hearing Chloe's mother tell you that she refuses to wear matching socks because "Miss Courtney's socks never match" to make you realize the influence you have on kids. If the fact that my odd wardrobe (rather, my lack of motivation to bother pairing socks after I wash them) causes a child to want to make a change in their own wardrobe, what more of an impact could I have if my love for learning rubbed off on them?
I dunno, these kids taught me a lot. They loved people and they loved Jesus. They were selfless and passionate. They were spunky and sweet.
Abigail (the eldest) turned nine right before she and her family moved to Germany this past December. She had a birthday party but (without the suggestion of anyone else), requested that no one bring her presents. All she wanted was for people to use the money they would have spent on her presents on items for young struggling mothers (blankets, baby clothes, books, diapers, etc.). She wasn't trying to be self-righteous, she didn't even talk about it much, but I do remember how excited she was the day she gave those items away.
Her selflessness blew me away. This nine-year-old exudes Jesus better than I do.
These girls taught me a lot about loving others and being like Jesus. There are no words to describe how much I miss them. My heart hurts every time I drive past their house.
Friday, June 3, 2011
June 2.
Turned in an essay for my English class that didn't require MLA format. However, when I got home...I had about three minutes of sheer panic when I thought maybe I had misread the essay requirements. These are the stupid things that give nerds mild heart attacks.
June 1.
After a pretty encouraging conversation, he tells me "I would do anything for you, Courtney. You know that right?"
I wasn't really sure how to respond, but definitely tugged on my heart. I love this boy to death. I'm still trying to get used to the whole nice brother concept, though. It is extraordinarily foreign to me.
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