an excerpt

A note arrived in the mail today from Hayden's preschool teacher. 

That particular program-- the unequivocal fantastic preschool program-- has quite unfortunately (to say the least) been canceled. Due to state budget cuts this heaven-sent group that H has been privileged to be a part of, is being relocated to a different school.

The news was devastating, but for us, the timing pure luck. Hayden has been a part of that program for as long as he possibly could, and either way, officialy aged-out at the conclusion of the 2010-2011 school year. 

However, an unforeseen blessing has come to be, as a result. A miracle, really. The preschool teacher is being moved to kindergarten. So for the 2011-2012 school year, H will spend part of his day in her class (the other part, in a classroom more appropriate for his academic needs).

As I was saying, a note arrived in the mail today from that teacher. An excerpt from the frame-worthy card reads,
"Hi Hayden.... My gratitude goes beyond words that can be expressed. Equally, you have touched my heart with your precious contagious smile and laughter. I can't wait to continue admiring all your growth and display of learning."

Her closing sentiment includes another thank you. SHE'S thanking HIM. 

When the right people fall into the right profession, it makes life even more exquisite for everyone around them. 


(Which is more than I can say for some of the staff at the hospitals today-- yes, plural.) 

Hayden had a bit of a traumatic day today. The sensitivity of the situation is still too fresh for me to write about it coherently. 
  
Therefore in a weird therapeutic sort-of-way, I am choosing to close my day by focusing on the stunning gift of the good people, who help outweigh the bad people. 


Bless them in all of their brilliance.