Squealing little girls in little brown vests are running through the courtyard. Piling in and out of the car, one after the other, excited for their meeting. They giggle and cartwheel, feet over hands, toothless smiles and matching outfits. I hear them sing and see their smiles. I'm happy to wait while they sing in a circle and talk of community and kindness and safety.
I sit and wait and remember my own brown vest and the cafeteria we would cartwheel through. Different locations, different times.... But still somehow just the same -- little girls, being little girls, - squealing happily in little brown vests.
Beautiful moments today.
- K
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