Tear Drops

It was raining the other night with the sun shinning.

Lately, I've been struggling to put words to it all, an anxious melancholy— that sunny rain proved more perfect than the most perfect words.

Our Boy is graduating soon, I can feel our time with him fleeting. It steals my breath. I want to hold onto him so damn tight, but his path is before him and it sure is amazing.

He is the greatest thing we have ever made. I see in him all of your strength and kindness, I see in him my curiosity and independence. I am so proud of him, and yet my heart selfishly aches for what our world becomes when he ventures west. We are like a puzzle with a missing piece?

There was always going to be more time for us, more choir concerts, more trap competitions, just more of us. It feels like that moment before the roller coaster drops, I'm hanging there in space and I can see all the faces of my little boy as he has journeyed to become the wonderful man he is today.

The rain makes me sad, but the sun brings with it an infinite hope for all that our son has to offer this world, and the understanding that we'll be here in the woods forever cheering on his every success.

Damn, I love that boy.