Time stopped tonight. All dressed up. Some cash in hand and a permission slip. The drive was actually kind of surreal. Parents lined up in the car pool lanes, you can hear the music blasting as we pulled up, and you can see the gym in all its glitter. Kids all decked out. As we pulled up to the school, it was almost as if there was nothing and no one else around. Quiet as a whistle. The door opened and the door closed. Off he went. As I drove off I watched him leave on his way. No turning back to say see ya later dad. No last minute hugs. No last minute anything. It was like yesterday that I was with him in all his toddlerness watching him go down the big slide with my heart in my throat at that little park in Burbank…now I watch him go down the next big slide of life…the first school dance. Lord, bless and protect our boy and may he enjoy these next years of this ride called Jr. High. Amen.