The day started with the hot water heater literally showering boxes of photos in the basement, with a profoundly poor-timed leak. The four of us were on our way out the door for Aaron’s college visits but delayed the departure to spread dozens of pre-digital memories out on the family room floor. Here’s hoping the pictures dry well enough to be worth keeping.
Rather than be bogged down with depression over drenched photographs, I spent the day taking dozens more of a child who grew much too fast and is a measly year away from moving on. He’s still looking for where he’s going next, and we were along for the ride. Actually, we were the ride.
Middle-Aged Martial Arts Mom 