Almost time...almost time...

I am awaiting my email. It will tell me my flight details.... My pastors prayed over me today and I was determined to not cry. I just don't think about my actual departure and that has been keeping me composed. Many of my friends at church hugged me good-bye today in case they don't see me Wednesday or next Sunday. I don't really know that I will be here for either of those services. I did not cry. But then one of the little boys came up to me. He is not little anymore. He is 14, like my son. When he was in 1st grade, I taught kindergarten at his school. I would find him every morning, give him a hug and tell him to have a good day. If he was having a bad day, he would come find me. I have been watching him grow up, just like my son. He waved at me during service and I remembered all of these things. It also reminded me of former students at the school I am leaving. They stop by my class every morning to say hello and there is one in particular that stops at my door or walks in place until I see him, give him a hug and tell him to have a good day. Well, the little boy in my church made sure to make his way to me after service to give me a hug and tell me good-bye in case he doesn't see me again before I leave and that did it. I cried.