Isaac and Josiah's Turtle Rescue Service . . . how may we help you?

This post is dedicated to my cousin, Nicole.
Last week was the last week of school!!
We had our last chapel on Tuesday, and each of the homeroom teachers got up and talked about their classes in general and about each child in particular, what they see in them and what it was like to have them as students.
It was very impactive for me, so I can only imagine how it was for our little people to hear their teacher's heart on the subject of them.

Mrs. Harrison, Jo's Kindergarten teacher, started out. Josiah is so tender that he cried the whole time she spoke. When she got to him, she said that he is a leader, and the kind of leader that will lead by doing and showing, by coming along-side and doing a thing with those he leads, not just telling what to do. He is willing to get in there and do a thing first.

Isaac's teacher, Mrs. SooHoo, said that he is a very tender young man, and that he is an easy student but is quick to repent when he needs to and is broken if he is in the wrong.
It was so good to hear words of encouragement and life being spoken over our children, and to see their faces beaming and their smiles overtaking their faces when it was their turn to find out what their teachers thought of them.
That day, on the way to grandpa's after school, we saw a turtle in the road who would surely be crushed by tires if he kept creeping across the road at his pace. He was just on the other side of a sharp curve, and there was no way traffic coming on his side of the street would see him.
"Oh no. He's gonna die!" Jo said, peering out the window at the doomed amphibian.
Isaac looked at me with wide eyes.
"Do you want to get him?" I asked.
"Get him? Like out of the road?" Isaac quizzed me.
"Yeah," I said.
We were heading in the other direction.
"How are we gonna do that?" Josiah asked.
"We"ll turn around and get him out of the road." I answered.
"Can we bring him to grandpa's and let him go in the pond?"
"I think we can do that."
And operation Save The Turtle began.
I turned around behind a semi that was heading right for the turtle!
"Oh no!" Isaac said.
"He's just gonna be dead, I know it!" Josiah shrieked.
We slowly rounded the curve and began searching. Up ahead we could see a lump on the road.
"Is he crushed?" I whispered to Isaac.
"I don't know. I can't tell from here." he said solemnly.
We got closer . . . and there he was, head tucked in and in tact.
We pulled into a driveway, I looked both ways and darted out to rescue the turtle. We put him on the floorboard in the back.
"He's scared; he's in there good! All I can see are his nose holes" Isaac commented on our new friends lack of greeting.
"And his long fingernails. He needs to get them cut!!" Josiah pointed out.
He took the short ride with us to grandpa's in the seclusion of his shell, which was a thing of beauty in it's perfectness.
When we got there, we made quick work of finding a nice spot to place him down by the water's edge (after a photo op, that is).
In a few minutes, he popped his head out and swam way into the murky shallows of grandpa's pond.
It was quite a little adventure for us all.