Pancakes and Happy Laughter

This morning I experienced something unique. My dad was baking pancakes. That was his début. Despite his absolute ignorance of cooking, he did it pretty well. He made a great collection of valuable pancakes we happily ate within some minutes. Isn’t it a reason of joy to see my dad proud of his first pancakes? 

My students were laughing today…and that made me feel so happy. It only meant they could feel really easy with me.  It might mean I am not a boring strict old teacher (I’ve never seen those in my life, though).  And…guess what? Both of of my students confessed that they already knew my mobile number by heart. Those words were honestly proved aloud. I was touched to my very heart. I was just smiling. Well, not a big deal. But it is a sign of care. It is a sign of humanity. That makes me happy.  I’m full of hope. Kindness will never die. 

I’m grateful for my special moments of today. For my routine. For my couch potato hours. For everything. For the miracles deep inside I struggle to see through the thick glasses of my heart.