commute

250:365

She loves walking to school, and we do, too. Every morning, we walk and we talk. We see friends on the sidewalk and wave to others in cars. We see the penny embedded in the concrete and a little white dog named Donut. We say goodbye before the crosswalk, with hugs and smoochies, and off she goes for her school day, while we walk back to the house for our drive into work.

Her commute is much better than ours, I'd say.