Spring break is over.
Number One packed up the laundry that he had brought home to do. He packed the uber nutritious breakfast cookies I made for him. He packed up his new toy (an SKS rifle--he's a boy, did I mention?) Cell phone. Wallet. Keys. Backpack. Hugged Mom and drove away. Again.
While he's busy with schoolwork and clubs and sports and his social life, I don't think about missing him all that much. He is happy and thriving where he is and I could not be more pleased for him. It's in those moments just before he arrives in our driveway for a visit that the sting of his absence pains me. And more so as he pulls out to head back to school.
I took pictures of the kids together and thought I'd post one. But Beautiful, who no longer lives here, wasn't in the pictures. And none of the shots with boys together quite worked out (one with a goofy look on his face, the other with his eyes closed : )
Instead, in tribute to spring that has most extravagantly sprung in my little corner of the world (specifically in the orchard next door) I'm posting a photo of the plum tree blossoming in my house. I wish I could post its sweet smell . . .