Today Aaron was here for a bit, pulling some things out of storage - and this picture was one of them. I still believe this is one of the best photos I've ever taken - it was a little point and shoot camera. It was the best camera I ever did have.
It was a complete fluke - I just saw those corkscrew curls and captured them.
Three days from the big move.
His own apartment.
Grown up stuff.
Wasn't this photo taken just last week?
I'll spare you the 'oh how time flies' schtick.
But I will tell you - these were, and remain some of the best days of my life.
Pouring my life into his.
He's been the greatest gift to me.
This morning he got up for work - went and vacuumed his car out - came home and sewed a button on his shirt and ironed it.
I still remember the day that he came in for school and I cut all the buttons off of
his shirt and taught him how to sew them back on.
I'm so glad I've taught him all these things.
He talks about having me over for dinner now, and growing herbs on his patio.
I'm so proud of him, I can barely stand it.
As much as I miss these days, and look back on them with such great fondness, hope holds me prisoner as I believe that even greater days await!
I'm loving the adult relationship that we share now.
He's moving out in three days.
I'm really - really okay with it.