You Gotta Like Friday

The last few mornings Owen hasn’t screamed at me. There’s some kind of ahh bliss moment in that right there. But I know the unexpected is the expected, so I still wait for the screams. Today is the last day of school for the year. No rejoicing here. The routine and structure will be gone. He’s going to summer school but it’s for such a short time in the grand scheme of life. I’m still thankful for the days he gets to go though. He asks for his teacher every day, even on the weekends. He doesn’t easily get distracted from his train of thought either, so it’s hard for him to move on from asking me about school. It’s like when you are on a car trip and your child asks when you are going to be at your destination and you just pulled out of the driveway. Only for Owen, it’s constant. He can’t move on from something. Today he asked to put on his jacket and he went to get my jacket. He doesn’t understand that we don’t need them. He kept asking for his jacket all the way to the bus stop. He asked for them every day since the weather changed. Once we got to the bus stop he changed his focus to set the timer on my phone for the bus to arrive. He thinks setting the timer will make it appear quicker. The excitement washed over Owen as the bus turned the corner and headed towards us. He covered his one eye and started jumping up and down. I can’t help but smile when he has this much joy over the bus. When the bus pulled up next to us he wanted to run to it. In life, we should be excited about what’s to come. Find what you love to do, love it with all your heart, and sing its praises of how it has changed your life. Follow your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!