A Bus Just For Us

Without meaning to sound totally predictable, you can find us sitting on Joe's bed looking out his window almost every weekday morning between 6:12 and 6:22 am. Now if that sounds a little exact, it is, but then all buses run on a schedule. It seems that the driver of the middle school bus for our neighborhood likes to start his route early. Each day he waits in front of our house for his route to begin, and each day the kids hear him pull up and jump up on the bed to look out. They'll stay there looking out the whole time it's there. When it pulls away, Kate blows kisses, and they both wave and say "bye bus." I know that it's just a convenient place for him to stop each day, but to them it's a little piece of Christmas morning.