At the threshold of a new day.

As Kate rushed around desperately looking for her headphones, Peter stood with his back pack on, making funny faces at his affable companion, Miles . The morning routine is full of quest and surprises. One day the search may be for the team running jersey; headphones are always tops on the MIA list, and shoes often top the list of “where in the world”. The delectable lunches that another mother has prepared leaves me feeling guilty each day as my children head out the door. My husband has been gone for hours probably already contemplating lunch.  They stand on the porch, looking so much older and ready for this world than I am willing to accept. These days, my daughter looks  for affirmation on style which I rarely know much about. Despite my lack of fashion sense, my heart tells me she looks perfect. Peter still asks for a hug and I am so grateful for his affections. The kids stand by discussing who’s day ahead will be more arduous. They half-hear me over their discussion as I give my daily pep talk. I do think that the dog listens to me and will take my instructions to heart. We hear the rumble from the bus hulking its way up the hill. Standing by, the pets know what’s to come and they assume their bon voyage positions. From this little kitchen, we watch them leave as I have hundreds of times before. There is nothing better in life better than the rituals that are your own because they are tailor made for you.