OK, permit me a huge wracking sob, and then I'll get on with my day. We are a tenderhearted family wamily--I think even genetically!--and goodbyes are hard. My son headed back to college today, a beautiful, sunny, blue-sky day, not too cold, good for traveling, and he'll probably be back for a visit fairly soon, by train, but--gasp, wrack--! My little boy who wore cowboy boots and Batman jammies every day for the early years of his life. He will graduate from college this spring and, I hope, get a good job in Chicago as an industrial designer!
OK, it may be time for some reading around in Literary Mama.
No, he was not this Batman. This is vintage TV Batman. But his jammies were. Vintage Batman gray.
I'll bet that you are more of a superhero to him than he is to you. I understand that language of sigh and gasp all too well.
ReplyDeleteI know you do, Donna. Thank you.
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ReplyDeleteThanks,, Dale.
ReplyDeleteCute post, Kathleen. I miss my only, too. His thing was dinosaurs.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! Dinosaurs!
ReplyDeleteTrucks and heavy equipment...
ReplyDeleteThat, too. Plus the mail carrier.
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