It is the Monday you’ve looked forward to. Young faces notice yours, register recognition of a promise kept, and light up in giant smiles. An adult-sized boy whoops out your name as he runs full speed across campus to squash you in the kind of whole-hearted hug you see in movies. He leaves you staggering, joy-struck. Paying attention, you notice more than a few kids seem to grow just a bit stronger in your shared tiny, vital moment of bolstered faith. Even the students that were not yours are glad to see you, to be able to trust. One tiny cutie sprints over snow in combat boots, quickly if not gracefully rushing into your arms, then immediately pulls away to hold both of your hands and stare up at your face. Your face that hides nothing, even as your heart threatens to overflow from your eyes. You are, with such precision that it feels impossible, exactly where you need to be.