Catching Myself Looking

I’m looking. Constantly. He probably knows it. Probably playing dumb for his mother’s sake.

I’m looking. Constantly. He probably knows it. Probably playing dumb for his mother’s sake.

I am looking for signs of what won’t be in my life when a certain someone takes off for college in the upcoming fall. I catch myself noticing how things will not be in places where they have been for 17 years. Coats, mittens, sporting equipment. Coins, pencils, backpacks.

Today I saw this as I cruised down the hall. Moving swiftly to a shopping date with my sister, my mind had captured the image, but I was halfway down the stairs when I stopped, climbed back up, and reached for the camera in my overfull handbag.

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A twin bed recently slept in. Warmed by an afternoon sun that is boxed in by a west facing window. A tumbled mess and two sleeping buddies that have missed few nights with my young man.

This I will miss. Stay tuned….

Sloane

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