Every time I see Christmas trees lined up in the street or in a parking lot ready to be sold, ready to go to a home and make someone happy for a few weeks it makes me feel for a second so happy, and so warm in my heart. Maybe that image of all those fragante trees lining up takes me to a very happy time of my childhood, when we used to go with my mom and dad to buy our tree and take it home with the greatest excitement. These days I confess I feel the same, and I just can't wait to go and pick up ours and take it home and love it for a few weeks and share our home with it.
It seems we have finally found a school we really like for D. to start elementary school next fall. I know, it seems so early to start the process, but in order to pick the school we really wanted we needed to start this early. What a relief. What a big relief. We toured at least 10 schools in the last 2 months. In our district, out of our district, public schools and private schools, charter schools and whatever's left in the middle, and somehow there was always something that didn't click to me when touring all those schools. All of them -btw- with very high scores and super nice reviews, but still, there was something that didn't convince me. It happened the same to me when I was looking for preschools for D. two years ago. I visited many, until I went to one that felt right to me instantly, it felt right in my heart. And that was how I felt yesterday morning when we visited the very last school in our list to tour, it felt right. I liked the school, thank God, I liked