In 2 days, J goes in for his surgery. Almost a month later, he turns 13. A couple days ago, he asked me to take before and after pictures. I showed him this picture that I’d used for a recent blog post, and he decided it was a perfect before photo.
He’s not nervous about the surgery, although he knows we are – he came up and hugged me the other morning, and told me that he thought Ken and I were more nervous than him. He’s right.
Last week, J had his pre-surgical check-up. Today, I had to do the pre-surgery interview with the hospital. I’m trying to keep the surgery from being my main focus. It’s not always easy.
On Thursday, a friend will be guest posting for me. She’s sent her post to me to read; you’re in for a treat! ❤️
J is my little one. His brother, at 17, is nearly grown. I look at both of them and my heart swells. Before I had children, I never knew that I could feel like this. Before I married Ken, my life was simple, mostly constrained to the town I grew up in and the area where I went to college. Only about 45 minutes separates the two areas, so it was easy to live in Asheville, still one of my favorite places in the whole world, and travel back and forth to Marion to visit my parents and see my brothers when they were in town.
Now, I think about all of that and I look at my boys. It sometimes feels like it was just yesterday when I left for college. How can I have a nearly grown son who all too soon will be setting forth on his own adventures?
Next Tuesday, I’ll be back with a post and more pictures. Winter is fighting it’s last battle here, so while it’s frigid outside, it’s obvious that this is a losing battle and in a month or maybe two, the new shoots will be pushing up through the ground. Hopefully this year I can tame the wild roses that spread so abundantly and try to take over everything. Right now though, I’ll enjoy the evenings when I get to snuggle with my guys while we nibble on popcorn and watch reruns of NCIS. And try my best not to think about tomorrow. 💕