I just waved to William, who has left to catch the first bus of the year. He’s wearing his new shoes, new jeans and a rather elegant looking silver gray t-shirt. My sweet, handsome boy still turns at the bottom of the hill, just before he rounds the bend out of sight, to wave to me as I watch him from the porch. In a few short years, I will no longer have this lovely start to my day. Both my boys have kept the tradition of waving to Mom. If I close my eyes I can see hundreds of waves quickly pass by, as if I stacked photos, one atop the next, and flipped through them like a deck of colorful cards. From little boys to young men they have grown, in just a blink of the eye.
September, my favorite month of the year. For me, this lovely month,my birth month, is still the month of new beginnings and fresh promise. I am filled with anticipation for what the coming months will bring.