My words are not connected to the pages. Like a lot of what I do.
Tomorrow (today) my son returns to school. Summer is over.
He is in an extended calendar school, so they start early and go late compared to the other schools (and many of his friends) around us. It works for him, but I'm about to enter withdrawal.
There are few people whose company I enjoy more than my not-so-little boy. Today, after getting new school clothes (he'd outgrown everything over the summer. ever-y-single-thing) we had ice cream for no good reason. Except for a mom, there are few better things than sitting with ice cream talking random nonsense. So, maybe a very good reason.