When I was a little girl, I used to weep when I heard Peter, Paul and Mary’s “Leaving on a Jet Plane” ~ I never knew why that song hurt so much to listen to. Perhaps I was remembering forwards ~
It was long, LONG, long haul today ~ awake for 36 hours or more, up to London Heathrow and back to place my own heartbeat and the most cherished of souls on a plane. So proud of my precious young man, back in Bakersfield now to start High School next week ~♥
The summer flew by far too quickly, lots laughter, memories and Love. I confess that I hold tight to his pillow that still smells of his skin as I replay every hug, happy moment and remembrance. I miss the phone and the doorbell ringing and busy time in the kitchen… the house is strangely quiet and still.
Thanks so much to Husband for tackling much of the driving and for his unconditional love and support. Grateful for a super hot sea-salt bath, eye drops, food, a dark and cool bedroom and MOST of all, just now ~ the news of Alex’s safe arrival into his Father’s arms at LAX~♥