The children are back in school again and so happy to be there. The endless boredom of summer has given way to the flurry of activity which is school, every afternoon jam-packed with homework and every evening packed with extracurricular activities.
And during the day, Cheryl has a quiet house at last.
I still can't grasp how quickly they are growing up. In just a few years, they'll be all grown up and we'll be downsizing to a smaller house and it will be just the two of us again. It's a strange thought, looking into the near future and realizing that everything will be changing.
In the meantime, they constantly amaze me with the subtle, incremental changes in behavior and attitude and physical appearance which signal maturity. Even the way they manage to spring out of bed at six in the morning to prepare for school surprises me. How can they be so excited about it? Is it the thought of seeing their friends again? The thrill of new books, new pencils, new ideas? Is it release from the endless, boring fun of summer? Or is it just the joy of change?
Would that I could face each day with such excitement. There is nothing in my day to look forward to with such anticipation - except the people. I truly enjoy being with the people at work, some of whom are clinically insane and others who appear to be refugees from a Marx Brothers film. Most days, I accomplish practically nothing, but have interesting conversations.
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