To my sweet little preschoolers.

To my sweet little preschoolers, you deserve a much better end of the school year then this. You deserve to finish the last stretch of this year in the classroom, surrounded by more friends then you will ever know what to do with. Surrounded by three teachers who love and adore you to the end of this world. The same teachers who now go to bed each night saying a extra prayer for all of your safe keeping. To my sweet little preschoolers, I pray we don't finish this school year without a goodbye.

When we started the school year back in September (which now seems like ages ago), you were all so shy and innocent. Stepping into that big unfamiliar classroom many of you cried or clung onto the safety and security of your parents. As weeks went by the tears lessened and you didn't look up at us like strange skyscrapers anymore, some of you even started greeting us at the door with a smile and a wave. Oh how I long to see those sweet little smiles soon. To my sweet little preschoolers, through all the tears and triumphs you have worked your way into my heart, leaving an imprint that will never go away.

As teachers it is our job to educate you, to shape you, so that when the day comes for you to leave us, you are ready to take on whatever life may throw at you next. And while we may do that each day, you all do the same for us teachers without even the slightest

clue on your end. There are days us teachers want to shed those same tears as we head into school just like you, days we long to be in the comfort of our own families arms, but the minute we see those beautiful smiles of yours, that all goes away. Watching you all overcome some of life's greatest obstacles, seeing you accomplish things you once thought you couldn't and above all, the shear amount of joy and love you all have for everything, well that makes it all worth wild. To my sweet preschoolers, you are the many reasons why I love what I do, why I have made it through some of the toughest days.

When we started this year I would of never imagined such an end. I had planned and envisioned an entire year with you. I grew to watch those uniquely sweet personalities come through. I laughed at each of the innocent remarks made, shed tears of joy watching some of you breakthrough and found myself wishing long ago this year wouldn't come to an end. To my sweet little preschoolers, being your teacher this year will forever be one of my biggest honors and favorite things.

Every night I now go to bed praying for each one of you. Praying that God keeps you safe and brings you some sort of comfort during this time of uncertainty and that this will not be the end to our chapter. I pray through all of this you don't lose sight of just how much you are loved and missed. During these trying times I find myself finding comfort and happiness in the memories we have made. On days when the news has left me feeling overwhelmed and frightened, I think of those sweet little voices and smiles of yours and I know it all will be okay. To my sweet little preschoolers, while we try to teach you all about life, you have shown us what living is all about.

To my sweet little preschoolers, in case school does not start up again this year, I want to leave you with these words. Keep being who you are, those little quirks and unique qualities make you who you are and what I feel in love with. You all have the power to change the world and I know one day you will. Know that on difficult days ahead your smiles will be what so many desperately need, keep smiling please. Stand tall, be proud and don't let anyone put you down. I am forever grateful for the time we have had together. To my sweet little preschoolers, this is not goodbye, this is I'll see you again. Thank you for the wonderful memories.