It's been (about) 3 weeks; 504 hours; 30,240 minutes.
We have (about) 7 weeks; 1,176 hours; 70,560 minutes.
It's official son... I know the day I am going to hold you in my arms. I am overwhelmed by the reality that this will be filled with the very same emotion as when I held you in my arms for the first time. It will be like a rebirth for I will see a man in place of my baby as I wrap my arms around you and place your face between my hands. Your eyes will carry a different pride, your heart a servant's purpose, and your hugs a newfound appreciation.
Just as the future was delivered to us today, so was your present. We received your letters home and I want to tell you how my eyes swelled, my hands shook and my heart broke, but I won't in a letter back to you. I continue to place the real messages in this space for you to read later because I know you need me to be your strong roots and to serve as the wind beneath your wings ever lifting you.
Roots, Wings, and Real:
*I know your heart hurts and I know you feel like your spirit is being broken. And that's hard son. Roots will tell you that I raised you to be spirited so as to light the world aflame with positive purpose. Wings will tell you that your spirit isn't being broken, but shaped. And real will tell you that I can't say either of these things without sobbing because I feel your hurt, confusion and fear. And rather than fill the space with words that ground and lift, I REALLY just want to come get you. I want my heart to quit hurting and I want my spirit to feel full. And I want to be selfish....but I won't. I will remind you of your roots and wings.
*I know you are reflecting and thinking of all of the things you should have, could have and would have done. Roots will tell you that you were built upon all of the things that were done and that life's purpose is to learn forward not regret backward. Wings will tell you to take all of that reflection and go forward with less should have, could have and would have. And real will tell you that if you just come home, you can start now doing all the things you should have, could have and would have. I want to be making memories with you right now. And I want to be selfish....but I won't. I will remind you of your roots and wings.
*I know you are counting down the days. Roots, wings and real....so am I. Every week, every hour, every minute.
We have (about) 7 weeks; 1,176 hours; 70,560 minutes. Fly high son...our roots are strong.
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