Wednesday, November 10, 2010


A couple of weeks ago I spent a week in Seattle.


The city was beautiful; the most beautiful thing I saw was not the city.   

This was the most beautiful thing:


My firstborn, my favorite son,  my heart walking around on long,  skinny, white legs; blonde stubbly face with a  gray stocking cap constantly covering his head.   I  have missed him so for the last ten months.

He’s grown up in the last ten months.  It felt like I was spending time with a really great friend rather than a boy who needed to be mothered.  


It was another one of those things in my life  that made me happy and sad at the same time.