A good morning is when the kids are on time. But that’s not always a necessity. Smiles, laughs, and I-love-you’s. Silly without stress. No talking back. Just doing it. Together.
I love waving goodbye to my kids when their Dad is pulling out of my driveway to take them to school. That he was able. I love seeing more smiles, feeling the smile on my own face.
I turn to go into the empty, quiet house to begin my own, post-school-drop-off routine. I open the door still smiling, with my heart full and content. I step into the kitchen and whisper to myself, “you’re such an asshole.”