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.