September 3

When pick-up time rolls around each day, I park near the school and walk over so I can meet Brady. 

And every day, I see him emerge from beyond the gate and come charging in my direction. On most days, he waves at me until I wave back. And then we get in the car and continue with pick-ups.

I love this time. I love how I can see him scanning the other parents before he sees me and I love how he waves so enthusiastically when his gaze finally finds mine. And I love walking with him.

He's in fifth grade so he could absolutely walk over to the car by himself. But he's my baby, and I'm treasuring these last moments of elementary school; even the mundane ones that happen every day. Especially those.