Tears to my Eyes

Did I tell you about that morning when I took him to the parking lot where the buses were waiting? It was dark when we got there. I told you about that, didn't I? About the rising crescent moon. About the six buses full of kids. About how I watched all six buses pull out of the parking lot after the sun had come up.

I'm sure I told you about it.

But here's something I didn't say. A couple days after he got back, I asked him if he saw me standing there as his bus drove by. It seemed to me at the time as if he had already settled into something, a Gameboy, perhaps. So out of curiosity, I asked him if he saw me there.

Oh yes, he said. And I said to everyone, See? See my dad? He's standing there to say goodbye after everyone else has gone.

I don't think I told you about that. I only told Trudy that tonite as we stood in the kitchen. And it brought tears to my eyes.

And it brings tears to my eyes to think that I have to rise before the sun again tomorrow to take him to school by 5:30am for another trip they're taking.

Oh, does it bring tears to my eyes.

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