Definitely Bittersweet

After Ava's graduation we headed home. Samuel had fetched Ava's scooter, and as they reached the bike trail we separated.

Ava and her Dad had one final thing to do.

You see, throughout much of the year, Samuel would do his best to make time in his day to pick up Ava from school and bring her home for lunch. Most of the time, I would hear his car pull up, and then hear his retreating footsteps as he took to the bike trail to fetch her.

Then together, they would ride like the wind on her scooter home. I would hear them both coming up the drive, a little out of breath, and usually laughing.

Next year, she'll be getting out with the big kids.

No more early out.

No more lunch time pick-up and scooter ride home.

See?

Bittersweet.