i walked past the principal this morning on my way in and after saying good morning, she told me about a conversation she had with a student yesterday. this was one of my former students from last year, someone who i encouraged to stay after school with me. there was something that told me she needed this, she came often and there was a major improvement in her.
anyhow - she apparently told the principal that i was her favorite teacher and how much she loved me. this would be flattering enough to completely make my day, but then the principal told me more.
she said that she knew she was loved and she knew how much i loved her. i could have cried. it gets me misty-eyed just thinking about that, because i *do* love her and it's wonderful that she knows that :)