This morning was a little rushed, as some mornings inevitably are and of course, the more rushed we are the more likely it is that a task that usually takes him one try, takes a little longer. So, after many iterations of "please hurry, you are going to miss the bus", my darling son was finally crossing the threshold of the front door. As I started to breathe a sigh of relief (since I could hear the bus lumbering down our street), I prepared to watch him make his way down the driveway and up the block to the bus stop as I do each day. Just as his foot hit the second step of our porch, he spun around and exclaimed "Wait, I forgot something!" Quite fortunately for me before I could launch into another chorus of 'hurry up', he ran up the steps to give me our traditional morning hug and kiss which had been overlooked in our rush to get out the door. Just as quickly as he appeared, he turned on his heels and ran to make the bus in time. Even as I write this many hours later, my eyes are welling up at how lucky I am to have a son (an almost teen, at that) that still feels it's important to give his Mom a kiss and hug before going to school.
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