Do you suppose he’s looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
Or thinking about something much more esoteric?
At 15 1/2, he’s a constant wonder to me.
On the one hand, a mystery. On the other, he shares more about what he’s thinking and feeling than he has in a long time.
I imagine him standing in his life rather like he is in this picture: poised on the brink of launching into his adult world. There’s still some room in his pack for a few more tools, words of love and advice from mom and dad — but he’s filling his pack on his own merits more and more now.
Words can’t describe how proud I am of his growth, of the person he is now, and the person he is growing into — still a miracle, still a blessing, still a rascal, still a challenge, still my baby — no matter how grown.