Ferdinand has started school. He came home the first day my husband said, and declared he wanted to change his life for another one. In his mind, he’s not big on school. In my mind, he loves it. This is how each of us makes it through the day. How can he not love a whole day with 24 other children? “Mom” 19 of them are girls, and the girls don’t want to talk to boys this year.”
I can’t see him or touch him or smell him through the telephone, but my sense is, it’s the first week, and he,s all right.
I asked him to be sure to at least drink a glass of juice before he went to school and that he ate his lunch and to remember always that I love him now and before and forever and ever.