The days are flying by so fast. Nothing I do is slowing them down, even in the slightest.
This is one of our last summers with our oldest. In just a few short weeks he is turning 17. He's making plans for University - away, of course. Either Toronto or Victoria. I find myself taking big breaths as I think about him heading out, and stretching his wings. I know he'll be fine, wherever he finds himself, because he is resourceful, and independent, and kind, and can find or make a friend in pretty much any crows. But still. He won't be at home with my watchful eye on him, making sure his laundry is getting done, that he's eating healthfully... the one who made me a mom is preparing to leave the nest, and there's a certain tear behind the eyelid as I consider this. So I'm treasuring every single day we are still tight in our group of five, with everyone safely ensconced in the bubble of love Aven and I have carefully constructed.
We have waterslided, swam, beached, and gardened this summer. It's been fun and full!
Mav made the summer ball team playing for the Aldergrove Dodgers, so many summer afternoons and evenings were spent at the ball field.
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