I cried today. And, but for not allowing it, my eyes could easily fill up and spill down over my cheeks again. I do it every year. Buy the school supplies. New sneakers. Meet the teachers. Put money in the lunch accounts. Feel anxious in my belly. Grab my camera on the way out the door. Pet the kitties. Huff at them to slow down as they excitedly walk to the car. I need a picture I say. Drive the ten minutes to school. Shoulders droop at the site of all the cars, hustle and bustle on campus. Pull around to the drop off point. Eyes stinging with tears. Doing my best to not allow it. Telling them I love them. Have a great day! Swoosh. Whoosh. Doors slam shut. Off they go. Tears fall freely. Down my face. Not theirs. At least there's that. Driving home I wonder what it's all about. Just weeks ago I bristled at the fact that I couldn't turn around in my own bathroom without my elbows bumping into one or the other of them. Did we have a good summer? Did they do more than bicker? Did I do more than nag? Back to school already? It's only August 9th. Hurry up 3:00pm.