Had a waver in the window this morning as I started by
walk. The 'waver' was our 6-year
old. There he was, looking out at me
while I walked the 40 or so steps to the end of our block. He wouldn't leave the glass, so I kept
turning around to wave. As I rounded the
corner, he actually opened the front door & yelled, "Goodbye,
Daddy! I love you!" It was the highlight of my commute. Only 2 of the five children are still
interested in waving goodbye. The others
are too old or too asleep (or both).
Someday, they'll all be too old/asleep to wave me away in the
morning. I'll have nothing but memories
of those fond farewells. Until then,
I'll do my best to treasure each and every wave.
P.S. De-littered a
neon (poster board) yard sale sign that had blown off its Main St. telephone
pole.
