Tragedy often strikes when we least expect it.
One second everything is just fine, then the next it's not.
It makes you think about the things that really matter in life and reminds you to always hold close those special moments in time.
Oftentimes we take things for granted and don't even realize how special something is until it's viciously taken away.
I don't think I'll ever understand how they could do it - living with such disregard.
With that being said, I'm so sad to announce that at approximately 9:39am this past Friday morning - my sweet beautiful area rug was (figuratively) taken away from me - splattered in blue tempera paint.
It's hard not to close my eyes and still see the bright blue pigment strewn across my classroom floor.
Why oh why did you have to be in the way that day.
The worst part is that the 7-year old offenders got away - never punished for their crimes. An "accident" they said.
Goodbye dear friend.