Grandma Went Home

This morning, I drove Kevin to school. I love how his school organizes the drop off. The older kids man a station where you stop to let your child out. They open the door, greet the student and the adult in the car, send them on their way, and wave the car on. I had talked about leaving; he saw me packing my suitcase, but at the quick end at school, we did not say a proper goodbye. I called that afternoon after I was home, and Kinga was picking up Kevin from his after school program. When he realized I was not there, he cried. How sweet to be loved!