One More Smiling Face, One More Chance to Get it Right

When you walk into my house you will see a small table on your left and on that table are three picture frames in the shape of school buses, one pushed to the fore and two flanking it. When we moved eight years ago, everything went in the moving truck, but my buses came with me, carefully bubble wrapped and carried by hand to their coveted new spot. 

Each of the three school bus frames has one of my children’s name engraved on it and thirteen small window openings labeled K-12 for wallet-size...