He catches me staring at him, but he smiles anyway.
Typically, I'd get a face, but I think he knows where I am these days, my heart tucked in somewhere between unbelief and amazement. That smile sends me off into a kaleidoscope of memory... light and color changing at every turn. While this moment seems the most beautiful, a quick turn reveals another view... and the first is gone.
The past two weeks he has been playing with the big kids... or so it seemed, when I dropped him off at the high school for band camp. As much as I have been waiting for this, it still seemed surreal. But Friday night, on the field, my field of musical, marching dreams, there was only reality. Auntie leaned over and said he doesn't even look little. Nope. He doesn't. He seems to fit right in. All good, all right.
His first day of high school, her last first day...