One Call. Kind words. A happy heart. And hope.
It really is that simple.
Yesterday I received a call from my son’s school. As usual, when I looked at the caller ID, my heart stuttered a bit. My mind raced. And I wondered, what now?
I answered, and the voice on the other end reassured me right away it was a ‘good news’ call. The caller was one of his teachers. The same teacher I wrote about in the post two weeks ago, Crying in the Canned Goods Aisle. Yep, the very one that made my cry, a happy cry, in the canned goods aisle at Target.