All quiet on the western front.

I try to wave the kids off to school each morning when I'm not frantically taking care of last minute "Oops, I forgot to have you sign this, Mom" kind of things (We've had one of those already, four days into the school year!).  We had a lunch box full of candy, too, this morning, but that's another issue entirely.

There's a kind of contentment in sending the kids on their way in peace.  I usually sit on the porch steps watching where each kid sits when they climb on the bus (they all ride the same bus--country living), blowing kisses which inevitably embarrass the big boys, but tough, they can deal and better yet they'll thank me one day.  The last thing imprinted on their impressionable little brains is their pajama-d mother, hair a mess, frumpy wool socks, and a smile.  Who could ask for anything more?

School is back in full swing and I'm taking time to notice all the little things that I haven't made time for all summer because I was too morning sick to notice or care.  Early morning sunshine, dew on the grass that glistens, and the smells, I can appreciate smells again!  It's all fantastically beautiful.  I grabbed my camera and walked down the street, still in my pjs, capturing all the loveliness around me.  It felt so good, like I'd found a little piece of myself again.

Now I best get Sam out of his crib.  It sounds like a war up there.  He's yelling at something and it's hilarious.