Each morning this is what I start my day with. Most days we haven't had enough time to be grumpy, have a meltdown or get behind, so we are both in a pretty good mood. We drive up to the corner and wait in the car for the school bus and then I continue on my way to work.
Sometimes we use these minutes to practice memory work but sometimes we use it to talk about what happens at recess, who is a good friend at school or (most recently) play "would you rather".
I treasure these moments.
I'm not sure what it is about watching him walk away from the car, but it hits me every time.
- He's growing up.
- He is the most precious gift.
- I am incredibly lucky to have him in my life.