A Beautiful Thing

Please tell me this is normal. Have you ever looked around your classroom, and thought, "I love all of these people. Just the way they are, just because they're here, I love them"? This has happened several times in the past few days. I am calling it the honeymoon stage, to which, until recently, I thought I was immune. I've noticed that it primarily happens when the students are quietly following along as we read, or when they're quietly writing. This must be how parents feel when they look in on their sleeping children, and a rush of joy, euphoria, gratitude, and love envelopes them. It's a beautiful thing.