It's been a week tomorrow--- 7 days; 168 hours; 10,080 minutes...
*One night of being jarred from sleep and having to recite "I'm not crazy" because I swore I heard you clomping up the stairs.
*One night of watching your littlest brother pick out a video game and remembering when you used to sit with knees bent finding just the right one to play.
*Five nights of tucking your brother into your bed because your space is where he wants to be.
*Two days when I got to hear your voice and know that you were safe and ok.
*Seven days of missing you with all of my heart.
But there has been more than just the number of days you've been flying out there on your own---there are...
*Flowers given to me to remind me that living is about seeing the beauty that surrounds us in friendship.
*Hugs that have welcomed and held my tears to remind me that living is about loving others and being loved in return.
*Messages and phone calls to remind me that living is about being present and that "my" people are listening and supporting.
It's been 7 days; 168 hours; 10,080 minutes... and interestingly enough...this is OUR journey to finding our roots and wings. Fly high son...my roots are strong!
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