This afternoon, I sang for the last time with the church choir, Izsóp. We sang two of our favorites in celebration of Szis and Eszter becoming official pastors of the Pilis Lutheran church. I saw Ildikó conducting her heart out (with the biggest smile!) for the last time, and it got me thinking…
This month will be FULL of “lasts”, which is obvious, but I’m not going to wallow in the fact that they are the lasts. I’m going to soak up every moment as this beautiful journey comes it an end. I’m not going to let the end of the ride race by because I don’t want to face the fact that it is almost over. I want to keep my eyes open as this “train ride” slows to a haunt. I don’t want to close my eyes because I’m afraid of the ending.
I want to focus on what a great school year it was while I hug all my students for the last time. I want to listen carefully to all the birds as I walk through the park for the last time. I want to thank God for all the people who have been so supportive here when I ride the train to Budapest for the last time.
“Lasts”, but certainly not the “leasts”.