The girls were so excited about the trip they could hardly focus the night before. Daddy supervised their packing and we tried to get them to bed at a decent hour. At 10:00 p.m. I went upstairs because I heard some noise. I said, "who is awake and why?" The brunette twin responded, "I am so excited I cannot sleep."
The next morning the alarms went off at 5:00 a.m. We packed their stuff in the car, including their breakfasts and made it to the school by the 5:30 a.m. arrival time. When the brunette twin saw the bus, she was so excited. She said, "It's not a crappy school bus. It's a party bus."
It wasn't until we walked into the band room that I realized we were the first ones there. I looked at the girls and said, "Do you know why we're the first ones here?" They looked like they didn't know what I was talking about. I said, "Daddy was leading the way. You know if I had been in charge we would have been here on time, but not this early." They laughed because they knew I was right. Daddy was always early.
As their friends arrived the girls all ran to each other, giggling with excitement. For the dark, early hour, they had a lot of energy. We thanks the chaperones and were silently grateful that we were not going to be on the party bus. The band had a pretty good group of kids, but 50 middle schoolers on a party bus for six hours sounded like it wasn't going to be a party for the adults supervising.
We didn't wait for the bus to leave. We handed them off to their teachers, talked to the other parents for a bit and then went home. The girls' first big adventure was on it way. We couldn't wait to hear the stories.
