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He’s 18
Today is my son’s eighteenth birthday. Time had methodically passed, as it always does, and yet I still was a bit surprised by it. In my day to day life I have a blissful ignorance of milestones like these. The last time I counted down to anything was probably fourth grade. I’m generally not good with long term tracking. And so her we are eighteen years after his arrival. He’s my youngest one. I have an oldest and a youngest. I was heartbroken when my daughter left for college because she was the first. I will be heartbroken when he leaves because he will be my last. I tried not…
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Observations
It’s summer now, or at least feeling like it. Families are coming out of their hibernation with the sun and heat. The kids don’t seem to care that they are in the middle of baking concrete city. They look up and see impossible buildings and cars beyond their count. I love watching little kids at the train station. I see them in their little groups, sweaty kid and mother. Each trudges bags through the concourse, only the little one has stopped to stare at the windows so high and letting the last of the light in before it’s blocked by the next building. The unbaggaged ones run in between the…