No doubt you’ve seen that commercial where the guy mortifies his wife in St. Mark’s Square in Venice by shouting out “I… LOVE… THIS… WOMAN!”
Well that’s how I feel at the end of the day these days, only it’s “I… LOVE… THIS… JOB!” that I want to shout. I love my wife, too, and that damn commercial reminds me that it’s high time I replaced her lost wedding ring. But I’m going through a stretch where everything about teaching feels right and good and well worth doing.
I haven’t actually shouted that out loud yet, but in my mind’s eye I see the startled pigeons scatter in panic into the skies over College Avenue.