Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Outward appearances.

Isaiah and I were sitting "criss-cross-applesauce" on the asphalt waiting for the school bus this morning. We were playing a word game of some sort, and also talking whether or not it would rain today. As the bus pulled up, we leaped to our feet to meet the bus.

"Make it a great day, son!"

"Mommy, I hope you have the best day ever!"

::big hug/big kiss::

"What do you say, son?"

Looks at the bus driver as he lumbers up the steps of the bus with his over-sized backpack. "Good morning, sir!" he says, knowing that I was referring to the importance of greeting people courteously.

"Hey there, Master Isaiah!" replies the bus driver. Glances down at me and smiles wide and genuine.

"You really enjoy those sons of yours, don't you?"

"Yes, sir, I do. I really do," I answer him.

"I can tell. I can really tell."

And with that, he closed the door and drove off.

Love as a verb. Love you can see.


Thanks for making my day, Mr. Busdriver.

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