Tuesday, August 23
I always like to ride along when Mom drives Dad to work in the morning. It's nice to get out early, before you really start to realize everything you have to do that day. After we drop Dad off, usually I scoot up to the front seat of the van and roll the window down. Then as we turn into our neighborhood, I notice the group of kids waiting for the bus. I think of going home and doing algebra on the couch, and of watching movies during lunch, and finishing school at ten thirty in the morning. And I can't help but smile and wave at them.