Saturday, August 6, 2011
This morning, Abbott woke up with the sun, as he usually does. He shares a room with Cal. Cal was in our bed due to a bad dream during the night. I got up with Abbott, so he wouldn't be lonely. We got into the guest bed together and read our books, until we got hungry.
Later in the morning, he told me, 'You smell nice.' I said, 'What do I smell like?' 'You smell sweet.' Cal said, 'What do I smell like?' He paused to think and inhale and said, 'You smell like me'.
This evening, we had dinner with friends. Abbott stayed to spend the night, and on the drive home with only Cal in the car I had a deep pang of sadness. This is what it will be like, in what I'm sure will feel like the blink of an eye, when Abbott leaves for college, I thought to myself.
As I was tucking Cal into bed in their room, all alone, the phone rang. Abbott, calling to wish us all a goodnight.
Tomorrow morning, we'll drive with Cal to bring him home again.