for good schools and even better bus drivers

This morning I drove Mabel and Oliver to their bus stop (which is exactly two blocks from our house) because they were too cold to ride their scooters (it was a frigid 58 degrees outside). As we waited in the car for the bus to come, I thought about how lucky we are to send them to a public school that is so well suited to their abilities and interests. And then the bus pulled up and I realized that what I am most grateful for today is Mr. B, their stalwart bus driver, who sings to them each Friday (sometimes in costume, almost always in his strong operatic voice), who loves them and takes such sincere interest in them.