A Reminder To Us All...of How Time Flys

My first baby boy... 

U know, the one I slept next to

for the first weekof his life...

On the floor, next to his crib, listening, waiting,

drifting off only to jump at the sound of his little cry.

Working furiously on his bottle while bouncing him

so as not to wake Doug.

Watching the snow fall out the window,

under the streetlight.

Listening to Turning Point every night,

eating homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies

while he drank his bottle,

his body helping to keep mine warm.

He just drove out of our driveway alone.

Not for the first time, nor the last.

But the first day that he will be gone from lunch until 10:00pm.

He is armed as well as we could, 

for what he will might encounter,

today, tomorrow, next week.

And the rest, we trust God to handle.

Knowing

the watercolor ponies

will one day

ride

away...