The Best Time of the Day

I love picking my boys up from the bus stop.  They always race off the bus and run to me with open arms and we hug like we haven't seen each other for days.  The funniest part is the brothers all hug each other too, even though Marcus and Bean just spent the previous 35 minutes together on the bus.  It's the best!
The other best part of my day is blowing kisses to them as they leave on the bus each morning.  Should I feel guilt for feeling that way?  Well, I don't.  It's so chaotic getting the boys out the door in the morning and sprinting to the bus stop because we're always late that I feel nothing but satisfaction mixed with relief when they get on the bus.  My goal next week:  Get to the bus stop before the bus gets there.