It’s cold out there and dark. And there’s something in the yard in back. It’s late. And Izzy is woofing because she knows there’s something out there.
I was sleeping until just a moment ago when her woofing woke me. And my stomach is in knots, so I don’t think I’ll be able to get back to sleep.
Ben left this morning. I took him to the airport on the way to work.
With his backpack and a duffle bag and his long hair pulled back, he stepped up on the curb and walked into the terminal without looking back. And although he has left for school many times in the last four years, this one will be the last, because he graduates in the spring which means this was the last time he’ll leave home to go back.
He’s not coming back, you know. It’s not clear exactly where he’ll be going, but it’s plain it won’t be here.
“I’m not worried about you guys,” he told us yesterday. He’s satisfied that we have good lives and will do just fine.
Now if this knot in my stomach would only go away, I’d like to get back to sleep.