On a wet and rainy morning, the two oldest were all smiles as they waited to board their bus.
Few words were spoken. And as the rain came down, few pictures were snapped.
But I did manage to capture Charlie offering some advice. And I was happy to witness them both intently listening--we are in no rush for the "you don't know what you're talking about" phase that ambushes many on their parental path.
Off they went, our 3rd and 1st grader. I was sad, of course, but also genuinely excited for them because they both adore school.
But littlest one? Much like last year*, he was not in favor of being left behind.
He starts school next week. Until then, I am in distraction mode.
Sandra
*My word, do our boys look impossibly older than last year. It would be silly to tear up now after holding it together at the bus stop, now wouldn't it?
