“Mrs. Lund, you just love to laugh, don’t you?”

-An assessment from Alexis, age 11-almost-12.  If that’s the vibe a student gets from me, then I feel okay about who I am. She’s absolutely right, also.  I mean, what else would I love to do?  Grimace? Stare blankly into space? The alternatives to laughing through my day seem miserable.