Fly

Our son stepped on the plane to fly back to the West Coast this morning.

I can't help but feel that a large part of my heart and soul stepped onto that plane with him.

It's the strangest feeling

when your children grow into adults.

Watching them fly...

Self sufficient.

Self reliant.

Self assured.

It's a mixture of some of the pieces of your heart bursting with pride

while some of the other pieces are gasping for air.

Maybe it's not this way for everyone.

That I can't be sure of.

I only know that it is this way for me.