The first day of school has come and gone. No "new school" jitters this year. Rachel started 3rd grade with old and new friends, and a teacher who was also at our previous elementary school (familiarity is cool!), and Robbie began his third and final year at middle school.
Dropping off Rachel went without a hitch (except for a problem with the defroster), and Robbie's trip was great, until we were 1/2 mile from the school.
There, in front of us, in the middle of the road, was a beautiful cat. He/she had been hit, and was dead.
"Oh, dead kitty!", exclaimed Robbie, and the tears began. I consoled him, helped him as he left the van, but his walk told the story. How I hated to see him so sad as he walked into his first day of 8th grade.
I was able to wait and do my crying after I dropped him off.
Tomorrow will be better. :)