A Letter

Yesterday as I was leaving psychology class, it was the end of a long day. Matt, one of the three men in my cohort stopped me and said he had something for me. I was a bit confused and couldn't figure out what it could possibly be. The week before I had been observing in his daughter's classroom. I asked her if Matt was her Dad, and chatted with her for less than a minute. She wrote me a letter, and sent it with her Dad, with direct instructions. (He wasn't aloud to read it!)
And this is why I want to be a teacher.

A beautiful double rainbow from the window of Montview this summer.