Dearest September,
You came in like a whirlwind. I can distinctly remember how hard it was to turn the calendar to your page--the end of summer is just as bittersweet as the end of the school year for me. I guess you could say I'm not always so good with change. But you knew what I needed, September. You knew I needed a slow, gentle start to my school year and that's just what I've gotten.
I've got fewer student teachers this term, tons of lovable, spirited children to get to know, new children's books to read, more music to play, my favorite fall clothes to pull out and wear, and some great habits that I've already implemented--which means a much healthier relationship with work and a better balance with my personal life.
You've been really sweet to me, September, and I know that's all God's doing. I had some really dry patches here and there, especially towards the end, but I've been praying through them, and really trying to open my eyes to search for His faithfulness, even if I don't want to.
I also had a chance to go chase some hot air balloons with my dad, take photos of adorable shelter dogs with my sister, and continue my favorite Sunday afternoon walks with my mom. My family is such a big part of my life and I know that's something to be grateful for.
September, thanks for being everything I needed--even if you didn't turn out at all like I planned. God's got a way of showing me His sovereignty and even though it's uncomfortable, it's been all good for me in the end.
October, you've got big shoes to fill, but I know you're going to be just as good as every month that's since passed.
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