For the first time....

For the first time, Gibson was the only member of this party of four

to get ready for school.

For the first time, I walked my son to the bus stop and proudly

watched him get on the bus.

 

For the first time, hand-in-hand, Elliott and I walked back home to spend the

first of many days alone together.

 

For the first time, the only student I had on my mind at dinner was 

my excited first grader.

For the first time, the first day of school was peaceful, free of anxiety

and filled with joy.

For the first time, I knew without lingering doubt or questioning, that at this time, I am exactly where I need to be.