He’d been asking me since he was three-years-old when he could ride the bus. It was like it was a right of passage for him. Each year he’d beg and beg and I’d have to break his heart each time.
Thursday his big day came. He finally got to hop aboard the big yellow bus. He had officially become a BIG kid.
He was nervous and he had to hold my hand as we walked to the bus, but he got on with the utmost confidence.
He’s definitely not my baby boy anymore.
Peace, love and the wheels goin’ ’round!!!