My daughter has an absolutely precious teacher. Her grades are higher than they’ve ever been and my child will do anything to please Mrs. D. Yesterday morning Sierra woke up with a sore throat and said she wanted hot tea. I drug my body out of bed at 6am and made her the fruitiest hot tea (in my expensive stash) I could find. She sniffed it and said gross. I stomped back into the kitchen and made her regular decaf tea. When I handed it to her on her way out the door, she said, “Mom! I wanted Mrs. D to fix me hot tea!” Mrs. D apparently steeps fresh mint leaves to make her tea. Well then! She left for school sans tea and as I sat licking my wounds, I realized she left her after school barn gear, and her science project at home. So hair in ponytail, I zoomed down the mountain to deliver them to her. (Yes, I am a sucker.) And on the way home, I took my time to enjoy the valley come alive and praised God for the beauty in the world.