...apparently looks like this.

His first day of high school is today and this is the picture I took as we walked down the stairs and into a whole new phase of our lives.

I drove him and we chatted about choosing a locker, having a good attitude, how this was such an exciting fresh start. Made a quick kiss sound as he exited the car - no planting one on him for fear of other teenage eyes.

And I was just fine.

Until.

Until I pulled away and heard a commotion and saw what I guess was the spirit team in my rear view mirror. All running across the street to greet everyone coming to school. Wearing red and white, waving flags, blowing their whistles, weaving in and out of the crowd of kids entering the campus. I kept watching that rear view mirror as I felt it bubble up and out of me. Watched through great big giggling tears. Tears that are still coming as I type these words.

My, oh my, a new phase of our lives indeed, my beautiful funny inspirational crazy young man.