My third son left home last week. All the feels, good and hard. All three are far away now. Phone conversations are an anchor. Learning the new normal. Catching my breath in the ache of my heart and the joy of the beautiful men they have become. Thankful.
This Is How It Goes by EDamonMitchell
My third son left home last week. All the feels, good and hard. All three are far away now. Phone conversations are an anchor. Learning the new normal. Catching my breath in the ache of my heart and the joy of the beautiful men they have become. Thankful.