Pure, utter, blissful exhaustion.

Spent 6.5 hours today at a job that I love, working with my favorite coworkers and the best managers anyone could ask for. But it gets better.

I approached guard rehearsal with some nervousness. I wanted more than three kids to show up. I had five, two rookies too. But it gets better.

I made them laugh. I made them sweat. I had to calm myself when I watched my newbs do what I'd taught them.

It hit me tonight while I was talking to them at the end. These are MY kids.

Liz, I get it now. I love this shit.