Anticipation on the Porch
This Friday morning is like the others. My daughter waits eagerly with her cupcake in hand, her excitement evident.
As the garbage truck makes its way around the corner, she starts bouncing, unable to contain her joy.
Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I can’t help but smile watching her. There’s a special connection she seems to share with the garbage truck, almost as if it’s a magical arrival.