Today, when I dropped my class off at the gym, the P.E. teacher was still busy setting up for the activity. I stood with my class for a few moments, reminding them to do their best listening so they could enjoy class. As I began to make my move for the door, one of them popped up to hug me. As often happens, this triggered a chain reaction and before I could blink, I had about seven or eight sprouts hugging me at once.
“You must feel like a famous singer,” chimed in Will.
I’m guessing even with all the paparazzi, groupies, and red carpet shenanigans, those famous singers don’t feel half as loved as I do.