In less than a month, school will be out for the summer. In July, Elder will turn eighteen and Younger fifteen. In August, I will have a senior and freshman hurrying their way towards adulthood. And in four years…well, we won’t go there, right now.
But I am nostalgic.
So, here’s a story about Elder when he was not quite five…
Last night as I readied Elder for bed, I gave him a hug and a kiss. Then I told him, “I love you.” Without responding, he turned towards the bedroom, so I caught his arm and repeated, “I love you, Elder.”
“Mom,” he said, looking up at me with sincere blue eyes. “I love you like a balloon that gets too full and pops.”
“Oh,” I murmured, both touched and impressed by his metaphor, not to mention the arms that he had spread wide to indicate the size of the balloon.
“And then,” he continued, dropping his arms and walking away, “I love all your pieces.”