Yesterday came with the news that our dentist's receptionist (who has been there longer than the thirty years we've been going) is leaving. Right now our next-door neighbors (who we love and will dearly miss) are loading up a moving van to travel far away. (The man just knocked on the door, I answered pleading, "Don't go!")
Blue leaves at midnight tonight . . . until Christmas.
I have been knitting, stitching, painting as fast as I can this week. Trying to distract myself.
Blue carved his first initial into the tree (Blue is his middle name). It's right outside the kitchen window.
I have not been helping myself by staring at this old photo from when he was six months-ish. Looking here I see the words "September," "hold" and family". (I also see "stuck" and "end," but I'm trying to ignore them.)
He was such a happy baby.
It's been a good, hard, relaxing, and exasperating summer. I thought it would be easier to say goodbye this year, but I am often at a loss when it comes to parenting teenagers, mostly the letting go part.
Someone told me to practice being sweet today, something I am not by nature. I am managing semi-sweet this afternoon.
There is something very pretty and magical about knitted stitches.