My alarm went off at 5am.
I hit the snooze button a few times, finally dragging my sleepy body out of bed at 5:30.
As I dolled myself up in my “teacher clothes,” I mused about the new routine that was unfolding.
I exited my room a little after six, filled the dogs’ food bowls, and let Molly and Pele out to do their business.
I saw Rooster as he entered the kitchen. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Rooster and I sat at the kitchen table, and he watched as I reached for my Bible and the devotion book we’ve been using for the last few months. I saw the last date written in it…early June.
We got a little lazy this summer.
After reading the devotion, I turned to the first chapter of James. Dividing the number of verses in half, we took turns reading.
After devotions, Rooster and I finished getting ready…each lost in our own thoughts of what the day would bring.
Rooster probably wondered if his schedule would get fixed to accommodate his need for band first period.
I was thinking about my upcoming lesson on how to write a good lead for an essay.
Before we left, however, there remained one final task…
First Day of School picture-taking.
Rooster acquiesced to my request (name that movie)…not even complaining.
I am so glad, because this simple tradition was carrying a bit of extra emotion this year.
As he stood outside, in front of the door, something was missing.
Or rather, SOMEONE.
This was the first time that Rooster had ever stood by himself on the first day of school.
Our Chicky was, hopefully, sleeping soundly seven hours away.
While she was dreaming of defending her college team’s goal, we were carrying on a yearly tradition without her.
After I snapped the photo, we hopped in the car and went along our merry way.
A new day had dawned.
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