It all starts tomorrow. Backpacks are stuffed and waiting by the door.
I smell pencil shavings from the sharpener and the sweet rubber of erasers.
I start tomorrow, too. I’ve copied my syllabus and readied my attendance sheets.
Everything’s ready, but we don’t quite feel ready.
My youngest decides that in addition to a back-to-school dinner (taco soup in the crockpot), we need a cake.
A cake will get us ready!
Once frosted, we put it in the center of the table. We’ll have a special dessert for this last evening of summer. We’ll sigh, hold hands, and pray.
It all starts tomorrow, so we made cake.