Tommy, freshly age 7....

You like me to sit in front of the school in the mornings, until the last moment the bell rings. We sit there talking about the fun things that might happen that day. I can tell you are sad and trying to be brave. I wish we could sit there all day. Last week you said to me, "When I say goodbye to you, I hate it because I get sad I will miss you so much." You give me extra kisses and keep turning back around, all the way to the door, waving and blowing me kisses. My heart breaks in two a little and I drive off until I get to see you again in 8 hours. I still hate that they have to leave each day. I don't get the impression from friends that they feel that same tug every single morning like I still do.