A few years back I wrote a post about a new dad that met in my local grocery store.
While he and I talked about our lives, he mentioned that maybe one day his kids would have me as a teacher. We then talked about where he lived and I told him that was not in the school district I taught at.
That was 3 years ago.
Now, each morning, as I drive to school, I see a dad sitting out waiting for the school bus holding his young son - probably kindergarten age. Sometimes they are playing. Sometimes they are just embracing. Sometimes they are pointing out the cars that go by.
The first time I saw them, without thinking, I waved to them.
Now... I can't pass by them without waving.
Each morning, I see the inquisitive look on the father's face trying to place how he knows me.
I know he doesn't know me... I just can't stop myself... because a huge part of me believes he is that new dad that I met 3 years ago.
Close Encounters of the Caymanian Kind
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