Waiting

Every morning we watch out our back window for the bus coming down the street that runs behind our house. Once we see it, the boys have just enough time to grab their backpacks, run out the front door and across the street before the bus comes around to pick them up. Baby Bear gets one last sniff before he's discarded on the entryway table. Kisses on heads, love you too's, don't forgets and off they go.