I knew it was coming. I've been preparing for this day all summer long.
|Mom valiantly holding back tears at the airport|
He's headed to the other side of the world. Where his mom won't be able to see him for many months.
|Watching him go through security, wishing I could go with him to the gate|
I am so proud and grateful and humbled that Will would go.
I am immeasurably glad for him to go.
And I am so very sad for him to go.
|See that blur? That was my last glimpse of him as he headed off.|
My heart just isn't big enough to hold all these feelings. I think it might burst open.
Or maybe bits of it will just leak out, a few tears at a time, until it can fit in its proper place again.