I read it all, and loved the memories that fluttered about as I did.
I wish I'd done more journaling during those years,
more stories of our life, for me.
They are my sunshines, my son-shines...
They teased me tonight about desperately grasping for time with them before they evaporate in a cloud of adulthood...
I'm guessing that like all other mothers throughout the history of the planet,
I will eventually recover from this upheaval.
But I would rather travel backwards and savor them just a little more before that day.