I remember the day my folks dropped me off at college. My Dad looked like he had the trots. Poor Dad.
I love the idea of the heart coyote! My mom made my lunch right up until I graduated high school. PB&J an apple and a drink, every day. I grumbled at most anything else. Some of my worst days were made better by the little notes she wrote on the napkin she tucked in there. Sometimes just a smiley face was all it took.
Good luck to LMC on Monday!!
Alice