Today was an immensely good day. Well, it kinda started out like every other day, nothing too spectacular and maybe even kinda boring. By the time 3pm rolled around, I had done two groups, was so tired, and still had two more groups to get through. But then my last evening adolescent group was hands down the best group I have ever had in the three years of practicing art therapy. True story. I can't go into any more detail so I'll just say it again. The best group I have ever had! It was such an emotional rush, I still feel like I'm coming down from the high of it, hours later. Groups like that make all the tedious, challenging days oh so worth it. I love being an art therapist.
But wait- there's more.
I come home and Chas is wearing the cutest outfit. He's made all the cupcakes for Rosie's birthday/farewell party tomorrow night and is working on cooking us up some tacos for dinner. I couldn't stop jumping around, smiling, and hugging him...all at the same time.