I could never forget my dad walking me to the bus stop the first day of 4th grade. Assuring me time after time that this is my bus and it was okay to get on it. I kept watching him from inside the bus to see if he was 110% confident that this is the right bus that will take me to my first day of 4th grade.

He was right.

How time changes so quickly. Now I am the one assuring him time after time that this is the right highway to the store. I just hope most days that I could respond as lovingly as my dad did when I was 11 years old and afraid.

We also went shopping for school with my dad. I would pile so many things...usually 10 of each...I still have some things I bought for school in 4 th grade. ..so sad. My dad would patiently wait for me to make up my mind about my big once a year purchase. I remember one year we had to take the bus back home and I felt so bad that I made my brother and my dad carry all my stuff. Bags and bags of school supplies.......*heaven*.