Admist an awful afternoon prepa class today, one of my cute little causers of trouble came up and through his arms around my waist.
"I love you, Miss Emily," he said so sincerely and randomly that I had to melt a little.
"I love you too," I replied with a smile. "Now go sit down."

No matter how crazy they drive me, or how utterly hopeless it feels to manage 27 six year old children at once (even more difficult when I am by myself, like today), moments like that keep me trying to do my job cheerfully.