An ambulance and fire truck screamed down the road this morning just as we were running over to pick Toby up from his standardized testing.
As I watched them blaze past, the realization wasn't lost on me.
Now that Trevy is home with me full time, I no longer have a pit in my stomach when I hear sirens blaring.
I no longer watch to see which direction they're heading.
I no longer jump when the phone rings because I've been unconsciously waiting for "the call" from school.
I know he's safe.
I can see his crooked grin my rearview mirror and he's got ideas about what adventures we need to go on today dancing in his sparkling eyes.