George,

As I drop you off to 1st grade [almost] every morning, I watch you until you go inside the building. If you were to notice and ask, I would tell you I want to ensure you don’t get lost in the 20 yards between the car and the door. But really I’m watching you hoist your backpack as you bound off to face the day. I’m excited to watch you go and grow, and hope you always approach each day like that.

Isaac, if I drop you off at school, I’ll do the same thing.

When Isaac used to come with me to drop you off for Kindergarden, he would ask roll down the window so George could come back and wave goodbye to him.

I’m so glad y’all are good friends right now.