Little Things That Mean the Most

Every afternoon, a bit before 3:30, we step out the door and head over to the bus stop to meet our most favorite kindergartener.

Every day, we pause to examine the neighbor's flowers. And their cat. And their holiday decorations. And that leaf right there. It just showed up and it simply MUST be the most beautiful and fall-iest leaf that ever there was.

Every day, we run and skip and even meander over to that coveted piece of grass.

We hold hands, making a human trail of Bingham's, and giggle our way across the street.

Every day, we go to that certain little spot that has the power and ability to make a big Big BIG bus STOP.

We climb the trees, and roll down the hills until we hear the rumbling of its engine.

We race to our spots, with smiles on our faces, and watch as the yellow school bus slowly turns the corner.

The driver brakes, and pulls open the doors.

The moment we spy him on the steps, it's a celebration.

We've been reunited with our long lost brother and we have to shout it to the world.

"Thaddeus!"

"He's Home!"

"We missed you!"

Every day, a little after 3:30, my babes are reunited.

And every day, I think it just doesn't get any better than this.