My Little Boy

As I was driving my first born to his first day of middle school, everything in me was calm. As we passed the high school he saw the seminary building and asked, "Is that the cemetery room?" I smiled and laughed a little, mostly inside. He really still is my little boy, but not for long. He said that his stomach hurt-my little boy was a little nervous. I rubbed his back with reasurrance and love. Then he quickly left with a quick goodbye and I love you. I drove away. Smiling quickly changed into unexpected tears.