I wrote this last year just before my son deployed for a lengthy overseas assignment.
So much has happened in the months since then including the birth of HIS son, way too early but mercifully safe and sound.
I returned yesterday from another quick visit with his now-larger family at my parents’ home halfway between my little farm and my son’s house.
I had forgotten all about my musings from a year ago but they are still the cry of my heart:
A couple weeks ago I walked away from my son’s house, after kissing him goodbye and prayed under my breath that it won’t be the last time I see his bright eyes and lively smile.
Because when you’ve mistakenly waved a cheery “see you later” to your child, ignorant that it’s the LAST time, your heart never takes these moments for granted again.