September is such an enchanting month. For some it’s the end of their beloved summer, to others, like me, it’s the birth of hope in our lives. Kids go to school meet new people and work with new teachers, learn new schedules, experience new things. Dorm rooms are set up just so, with the stern, “Now, try to keep it just like this…” and we shake our heads as we stifle our tears when we leave them behind, waving in the rearview mirror.
New crayons, backpacks, the smell of glue and blue lined paper on silver spirals. And there’s the football schedule, teacher institute days. Cute outfits from kindergarten and beyond, with sneakers that squeak on wooden gym floors. So much hope.
There are empty nests lined with years of feathers and fluffing, with our bare feet hanging over the side, and lazy weekend breakfasts, quiet suppers, long bike…
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