It was a crazy hot day here. The iPad in our hotel room looked like this when I got home from UCLA:
I am intrigued with all those 1's but not with regards to the temperature!
Once back at the hotel I felt what Virginia Woolf called being able to see to the bottom of the vessel. There is an emptiness about leaving a child somewhere, even when it's a good and wonderful thing he's doing. The room felt sad without him. I retreated down to the hotel bar for a burger and a gin/tonic.
Sitting here I kept thinking about how it feels to fly back home and leave him here. I glanced out and saw this:
A big sunbeam. Okay. That made me feel better.
It's been an honor and a privilege to share this time with him. And now I have a night to myself before flying home to November Hill and my amazing daughter, the menagerie, and a husband who has taken care of everything while I've been gone.
Life is good. November Hill, I'll see you tomorrow!
1 comment:
It is hard to leave them but they are better for it in the long run. As thr song goes "If you love someone set them free". I've done this many times and while a little sad you know you are helping them become independent adults who can do and think for themselves.
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