I miss the routine of seeing the school buses that stop outside our house. Three in the morning, two in the afternoon (perhaps a third that I never quite figured out?). They framed our getting ready routine. By the 8am bus we needed to be heading upstairs to get dressed. And, they helped us know that we had just a little bit of time before Daddy would get home and I would need to start making dinner.
Now, while not quite as routine, and not quite as noticeable, we have more walkers passing by. And more frequent delivery trucks make the noise the school buses used to. These would always have been here, and the school buses would have stopped at this point. But, I still miss them. And there is a sadness connected with them not keeping their routine.
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