i'm a wreck of sorts

let's preface by saying, NOT a wreck b/c of anything bad.  ridge's counts were a little down today but nothing major, and they will do another check later to see what his counts are this evening.  i'm a wreck b/c of this....i came home for awhile today and i picked up sawyer and we went to get flu shots.  when that was done, i had a few errands to run.

one of those stops was target.  at target, i always run into one of my students from last year who works there.  i saw him today and he asked how ridge was doing, and he said, "well everyone is thinking about you guys."  such a simple statement, and so many people have said it, but for some reason it really got to me today- in a good, but emotional way.  i then took sawyer to jersey mike's for supper.  the young man working the register looked familiar, so i knew he probably went to the HS, but i'd never had him in class.  when i got to the register to pay, he said, "I would've been in your class this year" or something like that.  I asked him his name and we talked for a little bit, but that statement has stuck with me all evening and every time i think of it i tear up.  i can't explain it.  i wasn't mad or upset- it is a good feeling, i think....just an overwhelming feeling of "i wish i could be in my classroom to get to know you, and all of the other students i was supposed to have in class this year."  only i guess i wasn't supposed to have them, b/c i'm on this road, so i guess this year i'm supposed to travel this road.  i don't know, it's confusing.  but i can't stop crying over that guy's statement.  in a good way.  but it gets me every time i think about it.  i think of the 100 or so lives i'm missing out on this year.  i know i know, i'm working with one special life and probably touching 100 or more OTHER lives that i wouldn't normally. i get that.  but my students often become like family to me throughout the year.  and i don't know. i can't type about it anymore b/c i can't type what i feel, it isn't coming out right.  

people are so good to us.  today my pastor stopped to ask a student what this old beat up car was for and he was informed it was for homecoming- a car bash- for wish week.  he asked who the proceeds went to, and the girl said, "the carys"...now we knew about Wish Week, so i don't know why it overwhelmed me to hear that.  but it did.  it is so impossible to write about how loved our community is making us feel (and lots of other people NOT in our community- don't worry, you aren't unnoticed!!! i was just in town today so a flood of emotion rolled over me!)...i am so thankful this is where we've made our home...over and over it is confirmed to me that us being here is just...right.  i couldn't be prouder to be from yukon.  unless God leads us somewhere else, this is where i always want to call home.  i have a sign hanging in my house that says "Home is where your story begins."  well...this is a new story for us, and no matter what, it is going to be so good....and it began here...so this...this is home.  God is using the people all over this community to meet our needs and to lift us up in prayer.  He is so good.  And we are so happy to call ourselves MILLERS!  we love you, yukon!