I'm not sure why today ...

but as i sat at the baseball field I felt time slipping away ...

I was innundated by memories of my little boy on every field(or court or pool or whatever) of dreams we'd ever taken him to ...

I realized anew that next year, that little boy that I carried (key music to Sunrise, Sunset) would wander into life as a high schooler.

It remains to be seen whether or not he'll remain homeschooled or the Lord will open a different door for us ... but there was a pull at my heart that I didn't recognize

Before, it has been a pull to draw him nearer, to make more memories, to do more things together ... hunker down, as the old midwestern saying goes.

This time, the pull that I felt was as if something was being drawn right out of the very center of my body-

as if I were taking a part of myself out and handing it over to someone.