At the beginning of this week, a strange backpack appeared in my classroom. It did not belong to any of my students, so I put it on top of a bookshelf, assuming that the owner would come looking for it. A few days later, it was still there, so I decided to look through it to find out who it belonged to.
There were only three things inside: A notebook, a pencil, and one of my favorite children's books of all time. Honestly, I got a little teary when I saw it (and I'm getting a little teary now remembering it!).
I absolutely love well-written, beautifully illustrated children's books, and this is one of the best!
A ripe mango made this nostalgia quite delicious.
How delightful that the Creator of the Universe hid this for me to find!