And Caleb to third.
The morning went shockingly well. They actually got up to the sound of their alarm. They had a mini-dance party with Eli in their room. They put on clothes that we didn't object to.
They assembled breakfasts that were somewhat nutritionally sound.
They were ready on time.
They seemed old. And mature. And together.
No one fought. No one cried. It was, dare I say, smooth.
We headed out on the rainy back porch to do the requisite first day of school photos.
And they started acting goofy. And I found myself getting stressed out by it. Stand up. Hand on railing. You are covering your brother's face. Don't sit in the steps, you'll get a wet butt. Why are you doing that with your neck?
And then I cut it out. I just let them do their thing. I let them be kids. The kids they are in this very moment. I took a deep breath and just let it be.
And it was good.
