Today is the last day.
It’s the last day of pretending. It’s the last day of closing my eyes to the obvious. It’s the last day of ignoring what’s happening around me.
Today is my last day of hanging on to the hope that
I “he” will be forever young because….
tomorrow (less than 24 hours from now) my
baby youngest son turns THIRTEEN!
in through your nose
out through your mouth
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale inhale exhale INHALE EXHALE INHALEXHALEINHALEEXHALE
Reasons to carry on in spite of this -
He still gives me hugs a dozen times a day and I don’t have to ask for them.
He still wants me to tuck him in at night.
He still calls to check on me every hour if I am not home.
He likes to sit next to me on the couch.
and most important of all….
he says that he never wants to move out and if he ever does it will just be across the street!
He gets me.