The Little Boys have a routine on school day mornings: they run down the path toward Isaac's classroom, giggling and bobbing and weaving along the way and treating me like home base. Then they stand together in line, still laughing as they share hugs and high fives until Isaac's teacher emerges to usher her little students inside.
Mundane and very familiar, but the very familiar moments are so often the best that it would be a grievous mistake to not notice them now and again.
No comments:
Post a Comment