Years ago I started taking this picture of Mr. D walking the kids to school. It's kind of a cool way to measure their growth since Mr. D stopped getting taller years ago...
Yesterday was the first day of school here in the Dairy State. Last night after shuttling Mr. T home from cross-country and feeding the gang I had a meeting at church. It was a rush of paperwork, excited conversations and carb-loading. Before I could issue job assignments, Mr. G and Mr. B bolted outside to play with their buddy who'd rolled in to his grandparents' driveway next door. Mr. D called from across the state to check in and Mr. T chatted to him on my cell phone. I left the house and children in a state of chaos, I also left my phone.
On the drive home it was already dark. Lightning flashed to the north and the weather guy interrupted Matchbox Twenty on the radio with storm updates. The Momvan's fuel gauge was on "E." I worried about whether Mr. T fed Jax and pulled the clothes in off the line. Was Mr. G fretting about the thunder (he really hates storms)? Was Mr. B shutting the windows? Or were they so tuned in to Cartoon Network that they were oblivious to the details?
I walked in to find the remnants of dinner still strewn across the table and a basket of dry clothes sitting on the floor. Mr. T told me I'd "left the phone behind" and the neighbor guy had called. His grandson, Mr. G and Mr. B were playing in a field he'd treated with weed killer that day. Lightning flashed. The wind gusted through window screens. I turned off the TV, shut a few windows and listened to Mr. T explain that he made his brothers strip out of their clothes and jump in the pool to clean off any poisonous residue. "Mr. B's eyes were itchy, so I gave him a wet washcloth. Then we watched TV and waited for you."
You done good, kid. By any measure you've really grown up.