Travel Day

Butterflies in my stomach.

Like the first day of school.

Like the day he was born and

the days I went in to be induced.

Realizing that time has come

full circle.

The future; 2 months, 45 days, 3 weeks, 6 days

is today.

I remember feeling this way

when he was 7

and we dropped him off at Springhill.

Knowing what an awesome place he was at,

almost jealous of all of the amazing

opportunities that awaited,

that people would care for him,

that he would flourish.

But as we drove down that country road without him,

I couldn't help but worry

that he might wander out into the woods.

Looking back and looking ahead.

Knowing that the more things change
the more they stay the same,
just isn't true.