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.


Missy said...

Mary it is so hard and so wonderful to have our children grow up. I am sure it is even harder that Justin is so far away.
I am sure my boys will get to that point soon in their lives too. We will have to get together more often to console each other and have a grand time at the same time!! Glad you got to go and see Justin!!!
See ya soon!

Far Side of Fifty said...

So glad you got to visit your boy! He is growing/grown up! He is very handsome..Seattle is a wonderful place to visit. I heard you are travelling more than is PJ doing? :)