Ugh

I hate goodbyes.

Our elementary principal is leaving our school this year, the school she started seven years ago, the school that is built around her heart. It is good thing, a good move for her, but we are all so sad to see her go.

Today was the last day of elementary school and we had a special all school chapel. At the end every elementary student lined up with a flower and a hug for her. Now I'm a sucker for emotional moments, even when the cheesiest song known to this world "Thank you for giving to the Lord" is played in the background, and this moment packed an emotional punch.

There is something about watching 100 children show this woman the impact she's had on their lives. Watching them hug her tightly and tell her they loved them. Watching their younger siblings do the same because even though she wasn't their principal she touched their lives.

So I'm a bit emotional this morning and now I'm off to a picnic at the park. Hopefully a good game of tag will stop the tears from flowing.

The hard part is that she isn't leaving the school until the end of June so I have a whole month and a half to cry over her leaving and deal with the emotional fallout of one of my mentors and a woman I love dearly. She truely is one of my heros.

Ok, enough of the mushy stuff, it's off to the park for some dodgeball and tag with 100 screaming elementary kids.