I think my favorite 100th day of school will forever be this year's. Usually I plan some big epic celebration for our 100th day, but this year you guys wanted to plan it.
I think it all started with this book called Love Does for Kids, by Bob Goff that we were reading. Dad read it first (the adult version), and then I read it, and then we read it together as a family. Bob takes simple things and makes them big. He takes everyday life and finds ways to show people that they are loved. Like the time he sent flowers to the lady who hit his Jeep, or the time he dropped popsicles out of his airplane to the kids who were tired from the hike. When I asked you if you wanted to help plan the 100th day of school you guys instantly said yes, and said you wanted to see if we could do 100 acts of kindness in a day. And so you began planning.
First we would leave quarters in the 25 cent machines around town.
Then we would give goody bags to our local firefighters and policemen.
We would drop off balloons for our local pediatric floor, and some for the kids that visit our very own pediatrician.
We would buy a few things for our sweet baby girl that lives a few miles away.
Dad would pay tolls for the people behind him as he drove all over the state.
We would find a way to tell our favorite cashier at the grocery store we loved her.
It was going to be a glorious day.
Finally the 100th day came bringing along a snowstorm, and head colds. So we waited. On the 113th day of school I woke up grumpy. My heart was not full of joy, our Happy one wasn't very happy, and you big ones were on the edge so I decided that it was now or never and we were going to change our attitudes by trying to hit our goal of 100 acts of kindness. We went to the store and things got worse for me. In all of your excitement for the day you were having trouble remembering your manners. Even so things just seemed to keep getting worse for me, we brought 28 balloons out of the store as the wind blew hard tangling 28 strings together. But you guys didn't care, because all you could think about was how excited some sick kids were going to react when they were surprised by these balloons. As I drove you happily chatted and kept your fingers busy as they untangled all the the balloon strings. I called the pediatric ward to make sure it would be alright for us to bring balloons up. They said it was fine, only for us to find out as we stood in the entryway that kids under 12 (all of you) weren't allowed into the hospital because it was flu season. In fact they almost sent us away! But you didn't care, after standing there for 20 minutes while they tried to find somebody to get the balloons, all you could think about was the joy these kids were about to get.
When we finally pulled back into the driveway at 7:30 that night, my heart had softened. All of us were laughing, and even though nobody gave to you that day all of our love tanks were full. I was reminded again that sometimes the best thing to do for ourselves is to take time to love somebody else.
Then came Day number 114. We actually didn't have enough time to drop off all of the goods the day before leaving us with a few stops the next morning. I'm glad we ran out of time because on the next day we got to see the police museum, the Duck of Justice, and you had a tour of the Main St. Fire department given by the assistant fire chief himself, and you got to see some of the smiles on the kids faces as the nurses from our own pediatricians office gave the balloons out (because we just happened to have an appointment there ourselves). None of this we had planned, hoped for or even thought about. It was an amazing way to end our most Epic 100th day of school.
Boys, I hope that when you look back on your childhood that you remember that Mom and Dad did our best to love people. My biggest goal for you as you grow into men is that you love Jesus first and that you love others second. Thank you for teaching me as you grow. Thank you for these amazing two days of wild adventurous fun.
A friend of Jesus says to "Pursue love..."
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