Spring was here,
and then. . .
Along with the snow, my older son returned home for a week’s break from college.
Let the good times roll!
He used to be such a big part of my daily life, but now I sit on the periphery and watch.
Sometimes he asks for my help. . .
and I come running.
But most times he is ‘fine’ and doesn’t require my input.
The truth is– he is more than fine. In fact, he makes my heart swell with pride. He is a joy and blessing to me and so many others in this world. I am lucky to have such a son.
Overnight, the snow melts. Activities change.
The fishing is good. . .
till Hope decides to help.
And overnight, once again, my older son is gone.
It all happened so fast.
I look at my younger son, growing taller everyday, quickly following in his brother’s footsteps. . .
suddenly time feels precious.
“Want to play?” I ask.
That’s all from the prairie. It’s play time.