Tom and I stood on the doorstep watching Tommy's little red Neon pull away from the house, headed back to Dallas. A montage of images flashed through my head, visions of my parents and Tom's parents standing on porches, waving goodbye to us as we pulled away after a visit. It hit me that Tommy doesn't live here anymore - not really. He only comes for visits now.
What is this feeling that it triggers? Some sadness with a sprinkle of gratitude and a dash of pride...this is how it's supposed to be, after all...our goal from the minute we first heard the doctor say "Congratulations!" But still...
There's a nip in the air this morning. I grab a jacket on my way out the door to walk the dogs. I've noticed the junipers turning a lighter shade of green, the maples have a hint of gold. But seasons are changing in more ways than one.
