The Real New Year

I always thought of Fall as the real New Year. This is more true than any Fall. In two weeks, I will return to work from maternity leave. The same week, Bo will start preschool! There were many dark days, strung together, end to end, like one jagged tooth after another that seemed to say this day would never come. So when someone asked me if I was going to cry, yes, but not for the reason most parents do.