ThursdayMornings

Throughout the years, our Thursday mornings have involved a variety of activities that have come and gone.

Story hour. MOTtT's. Lounging in our p.j.'s. Playing outside. Swimming lessons. Tennis lessons. Getting groceries. Swimming at aunt Ne's pool. Playing with the neighbor kids. Going for a bike ride. Playing at the park. Donuts at Martin's.

The list goes on and on of activities that have filled our Thursday mornings. Some are routine and some are fly by the seat of your pants.

Only one has remained faithful through the years...trash day. Every Thursday morning the trash man makes a stop at our curb. Some of those mornings we are frantically running around, emptying the inside trash cans while we hear his truck getting closer to our stop....come on, I know you've all been there!

Some mornings the trash can is sitting paitiently by the curb, waiting to be emptied.

Other mornings, it is sitting paitiently, with a little bit of company.....



For whatever reason, Kaicee has always loved watching the trash man dump our trash. When she was a toddler, we would sometimes sit at the end of our driveway, watching the trash man make his way around our road until he finally made the stop at our house. If it was cold or rainy, we would watch from the window...and always make sure to wave when he saw us watching. When we saw the trash man through out town, he always recognized us.

She has now passed this love on to her two little sisters who now join her...at the curb on sunny days or by the window on cold days.

I sometimes wonder...when will she outgrow this love? Will she ever?

More importantly....Do I really want her to?

...cuz that would mean that she's growing up.