It was a day in Haiti...

On Thursday, I had a day where I thought I was in Haiti.

I was getting ready to take my 12 kids to chapel, and one of the other 1st grade teachers needed to run to the restroom...so I told her I would take them down. So there we were, all 28 of us in a row...and I looked back and had a happy memory...

I missed my line of 36 little Haitians...standing there and smiling at me!

So walking down to chapel, I pretended...and knew that God had given me that memory for just a second...