He couldn't sleep last night.His allergies were bothering him this morning.
But he was ready nonetheless.
His button-down shirt and khakis were laid out,
And his soccer gear was packed,
And he got a good breakfast
of scrambled sour-cream eggs,
whole wheat toast
and cold watermelon.
So what if he had to go find another pair of socks
because he couldn't find the pair he'd found
last night?
So what if he forgot to brush his teeth
because he was busy making sure that
his hair wasn't sticking up?
We arrived at the stop on time,
a big, empty parking lot,
and we had a bit of conversation,
and he was nervous, unlike last night.
We watched the minutes tick by.
6:40.
6:41.
6:42.
"There it is."
"Is that it for sure?"
"Yep."
"Uh oh. He's stopping over there. Run!"
A quick goodbye shout,
a mental hug and kiss,
and his foot lands on that first
black treaded step.
He's on the bus now.
