The logical side of my heart told me come on! It is not like he is going off to war, or going there to live permanently. It is not as if he going there to do something dangerous. This is an awesome thing he gets to do. He is happy. He is excited. But then that mama selfish part of my heart pipes up, but. . . what about me??? So I sat there with the dog for a few minutes and let him lick my tears. Tears of joy really, but tears just the same. I stopped and bought myself a latte; a tall, double caramel macchiato from Starbucks and drank it in the parking lot and called his dad. We talked about how good this will be for him, how it is an amazing experience and by the time I got home, I was good. I was happy. I was planning my trip to see him.
And then my phone buzzed:
"Just boarded, I love you and I'll let you know when I land."
And the tears came again. Different this time, not really sad, but any mother reading this will relate. I am so blessed I thought as I said a little prayer.
I hit the keys; "Okay... I love you too. Take care of yourself. Be safe. Love you tons," and I hit send. And with that text went a little piece of my heart.
we get our new garage door today,