My dear friend Hilary teaches me things constantly, I think.
Granted, she is a teacher, in the most literal sense of the word-sixth grade actually. But in her spirit, in her soul, she is a teacher. She is a teacher with her gentle words, with the humble grace with which she goes about her day to day life, and with her steady and constant encouragement and love for her family and friends, a loyalty and love which I daily count myself blessed to be the recipient of. She is grounded in a faith that is both childlike and mature, a delicate balance that isn't always easy to pull off, but is a beautiful example of how I think God wants us to live.
She is the kind of teacher that, if I were a parent, I would daily feel privileged to have molding and shaping the mind and character of my precious child.
So, to my friend, on her first day of school, which happens to fall on a Tuesday, as it should. I am thankful for you, amazed by you, and so proud of you. You get out there do what you were made for, in animal print! Go Getter.

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thank you.
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