Don’t Be Late

I told her that if she wanted, we could say our goodbyes at the door and she could walk to class with her friends.

Her response, “I want you to walk me all the way.”

We would get to the door and she would give me the biggest hug, a kiss and then would whisper in my ear, “I love you mama and please don’t be late to pick me up.”

I was a couple minutes late one time and she wasn’t going to let me forget it.

I miss our walks through the hallway of her school, her hugs, her kisses and her sweet voice reminding me to be on time.

I miss my Anna!