|Me making a speech after I cried all of the makeup off my eyes|
I didn't know. I didn't know that I had been appreciated to that extent. What a lovely, humbling gift.
Amongst the highlights were: two of my students performed songs from a musical we put up in 1985, my former boss (a pretty hard-nosed guy) made a toast that blew me away. My sons and step-daughter spoke and cried, as did my wonderful husband: "I am lucky that you love me". A vertically challenged former colleague confessed that he had fallen for me, hard because: "... she was pretty, intelligent, talented... and short". Laughs... hugging, more hugging, lots of crazy energy, a lot, a lot of beauty. Too much beauty kept me awake most of the night.
Today, I finished reading the greeting cards and hung my piece of art. I am quietly, calmly contented. I am full to brimming with a feeling of belonging and of acceptance.
That's all on top of imminent retirement.
I don't think it gets better than this.