Sigh

I send Tim and Nathan off to school with lunches and kisses and hugs and warm clothing. They walk three blocks and I assume they get there as I haven't heard otherwise from their teachers. There have been the occasional brotherly scuffles on the way. This morning they both stormed back into the house after I had said my goodbyes 15 minutes before. So close. Almost to school! Tim was crying, Nathan was yelling and they were late. Something about snow in the backpack and a hat swung in a younger brother's face. Get in the van, mancubs! I prayed with them, dried some tears and listened to them reconcile. I sighed the sigh of a mommy who has heard it all before. Deja vu for me. Joshua and Sarah used to walk to school together.