Trash Day

Ryan's favorite times of the week are Monday and Thursday mornings. This morning I was getting Kaity ready for school and Ryan was playing in his bed when he heard the trash truck. He called to me is a very excited voice "Mommy, trash truck, get me out please!" He heard the trash truck outside his window and as soon as I got him out of his bed he raced to the window to see it.
We were lucky enough to see it again a few minutes later as we were walking out the door to take Kaity to school. I love that the trash guys (I am sure that there is a more politically correct term for them) realize Ryan's love of all trucks and honk for him every morning that they see him. The neighbors probably don't love it so much, since it runs between 7:30 and 7:45, but it brings joy to my little boy's soul and I love how he lights up and talks about how the trash truck honked JUST for him all the way to school and back. And then later on in the day when he sees more trucks.
On this very sad day (the base is holding the memorial service for Captian Nick Giglio, the pilot, husband, and father, who died in the F-16 crash last week), I love how my children bring me joy and can make me smile when all I want to do is cry.