Thursday night.
His friend had a sleepover birthday party.
It was his first time away (outside of family).
They stayed up late.
They got up early.
He had THE best time.
A good chunk of Friday afternoon looked like this.
I think everyone in our family took a photo of him.
Sara got text messages from the moms of the other boys at the party...
...each sharing a similar photo of their son :)
Good times.
- - - - -
Before he left that day...
Him: 'Can I hug you?'
Me: No words. Smiling. Open arms.
I sensed his excitement mixed with feelings of missing me.
I felt the same.
When he got in, I stood up.
We hugged.
He told us all about it.
I settled into my usual space on the couch and got back to work.
He settled in alongside me.
We missed each other.
There's something about that feeling in particular that really touches me.
To be seen...
Sometimes you can't run and hide.
And it can be something to be seen.
Powerful even.
It has the ability to take you places you thought you'd never go.
So much is unclear...
So much is unclear…
…and yet, there’s beauty amongst it all.
The slow route...
Eventually, even Mother Nature will encourage us to slow down.
That’s how we left each other...
School drop off.
He held out his hand.
It was his way of asking me to rub it.
So of course I did.
Sometimes words aren’t necessary.
I love when that happens.
After, we made this frame in all of its blurry goodness.
Then he was off to school.
That’s how we left each other.
