I slept fitfully, but fortunately, Sawyer’s first day of school had made him so tired that even my tossing and turning didn’t affect him. When we both finally crawled out of bed with about twenty minutes to spare before we had to leave for school, he looked at me and said, “Mama, I slept like I was a log.”
I laughed. “You did sleep like you were a log, Love Bug. You were tired.” I hugged him close and took a deep breath of the scent of him. “How are you feeling about school today?”
He put a finger to his chubby cheek, like he always did when he wanted to seem pensive but already knew what he wanted to say, “Well, Mama, you know I’ll miss you…but I love school, especially the pouring part.”
“Pouring? Like pouring water?” I asked.
“It’s an important skill, Heather says.” His face was so
