May 28, 2004 21:17
I grabbed Tristan's backpack and pulled out the end-of-week newsletter that stated it is the last such letter of the school year. I realized my first-born has already completed an entire year of school. Never again will he be a kindergartner.
A flower opens. A leaf turns and falls. A wave finds its way to the shore, and our children, without their even knowing, find themselves one step closer to their shores, as frightening and lonely a thought as that is for me.
creative writing,
children,
milestones,
tristan