It was the last day of Kindergarten for J,
and so we spent the morning (he had afternoon Kindergarten)
playing games and doing what he wanted.
I was quite sad inside,
realizing that this was the last day we would spend,
just him and me eating lunch, playing games,
doing whatever we've been doing all these years
while it was just the two of us and the brothers were at school.
We played game after game out in the warm sunshine,
on our patio.
Then we came in,
and I asked him what he wanted for our last
"Just You and Me" lunch at the counter.
He wanted Tostadas.
And as I sat next to him at the counter,
I wanted to memorize him,
his smell,
his hands,
his soft checks,
and how these were moments,
I'd never get back.
When he was done,
I asked him how our last lunch was,
and he said
"It was Perfect".
And I cried inside.
WHY Do they have to Grow Up?
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