He slept through the night! And. . .
A little face greeted me at 6:55 at the top of the steps. . . peeking out of his doorway. . .
He popped out of his door. . .
A backpack! he said, smiling. . . hopping out of his door, and closing it behind him.
He took my hand, a morning, mama. . .
And we walked down the steps. . .
It's going to be a good day.