I am sitting at the dining table, looking out our front window as the hubs pulls out of our driveway, off to work in the rain.
His patrol car stops to wait behind the school bus paused on our corner. As the kids drop from the bus stairs and file past his car, each one slows down to peer and wave at the policeman inside. The last boy almost comes to a stop outside the passenger window, and waves the hardest of all. When he clears the patrol car, he turns and continues along walking backwards, not wanting to tear his eyes from the man in the uniform.
I'm not wearing my glasses, so I can't make out the face of the officer in the car, but I know this exchange makes him beam.
I am so proud of my guy.