Think about it, every second we spend with a loved one is a chance to tell them how we feel about them. What if it's the last chance we have? It's a scary thought, but it's our reality, since we never really know when our time is up.
Friday my son turns twenty. I know, huh? It seems like only yesterday I was giving him forehead kisses and wishing him good night. He was such an inquisitive, blonde-ball-of-questions, following me around asking me, "why, where, and who" all day long.
"Why does Santa come down the chimney?" "Who makes chips?" "Where do babies come from?" "When can we get a dog?" "Why do you put that stuff on your eyelashes?"
We are off for a bit of adventure and birthday celebrations, before we settle him into his new dorm. I feel like now I am the one who asks all the questions.
"Do you think you will like your new school?" "What did you think of orientation?" "Will you get a chance to meet your roommates beforehand?" "What made you want to switch majors?"
Even for a writer, some emotions are just too big for expression. Trying to put down on paper my feelings for one of my children, is like trying to squeeze the Titanic into a little glass bottle. Impossible. So I will simply seize the opportunity to say the three words that say it all: I love you - and I'll sneak in a forehead kiss!
Thank you to everyone who entered the cookbook giveaway by Katie Quinn Davies. The winner chosen by Random.org is: Tina of The Enchanted Home. Enjoy, Tina!
On a final note, thank you to all of your very sweet comments, emails and encouragement this week. Whoever said true friendships cannot be formed by blogging, obviously has never been part of the community. I love you guys. xoxo