My kiddo was here for 10 days.
This morning we rose before the sun to get him on a plane back to Montana. I drove the long way home, visiting the places that keep me grounded. First. the spirituality center where I'd worked and studied, then my alma mater, Aquinas College.
My heart still felt as if it had collapsed in on itself, but both places are sacred to me and I felt ever-so-slightly held. I took a long nap. Then I went to a greenhouse and wiped out the clearance section. After that I hit the you-pick flower farm, and again, took the long way home - this time down the lakeshore, visiting all my favorite spots and singing quietly to some old country music songs.
I'm home now, and the house is quiet, resting after all the family and meals and hanging out. I arranged the flowers, studied some hydrangea petals, put in a load of laundry. Next up, a long swim in Lake Michigan and some beach-time writing. Maybe after all of today's lovely distractions tomorrow l will be less forlorn. It's so good to have my son home, but so hard to have him leave. Can't have one without the other.
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