Hushed, I sneek upstairs not to wake Braeden. I sat on Devins bed a while and looked at him sleeping. He has grown up so much. Do I wake him or just keep him here with me forever? A touch on his arm, "mom, is it time!?" He is so excited he jumps out of bed and races to his clothes. He is so excited he wants to skip breakfast and go straight to school. Got your backpack? your waterbottle? -"What pictures again!"- Hand in hand we walk down the street. He is still not to old and I am grateful. He is talking about homework and recess and the discoveries about his classroom. He misses school. He loves to learn. To the school door and I make him stop for another photo. Really I am stalling so I can see him one more time before he makes his journey through the third grade. In he goes, smiling. Off I go smiling too. I am so blessed with this little boy God has entrusted to me.
