Monday, June 25, 2012
About 2 weeks prior to leaving for France, we bought him new hiking shoes. Five weeks later, he has completely outgrown them. It's all too real how this tiny detail can weigh so heavy in my thoughts. He will be ten in less than a month and a half. Ten. And he already knows what he wants for his birthday. I thought for sure it would be a iPod Touch or a laptop since he has been hinting at it for months now, but I was wrong. He wants to fly by himself back to FL to spend one week with his grandparents, uncle, and cousins. And suddenly I feel heavier. This first born child of mine, so confident, so loving, so eager to stay connected to those that love him so much, with every new pair of shoes, is running towards manhood.
I purchased his ticket yesterday. And I am crying.
I think we'll hike again today. For now, I can still keep pace with him, hear and watch his feet grind the earth next to mine. And for now, I am grateful...
To the ones we love so much it hurts....
Weekending with Amanda