This morning when I was helping out in Grayson's classroom and I thought no one was looking I buried my nose in a Reader, hardback and big pages. It smelled just like second grade.
We've been here two months now. I almost can't believe that. It feels like a lifetime! In the best way, I mean, look at these photos. And it's April four, again, and I've come to the place now almost three years to the day, rushing in between school pick up and baseball practice to gather all four at the ocean wayside, wind and rain whipping around and risking all papers and drive-up coffee receipts blowing out as soon as the car doors open. And I was like, I can not force this. And it's totally okay. There are better photos still on the camera from last week and they don't give a care about the date.