Yesterday Eric packed a plastic storage bin with things he found around my room. He announced he was going on an adventure and asked me to call him "Adventure Boy". I had a look in his bin and he had packed a toothbrush, floss, a book, underwear, and shorts. It made me smile and I prayed for just a moment that Eric could just stay like this for a while longer. I want to hit "Pause" and stay in this moment with him for just a little longer. I feel him slipping away. I feel him getting older, more mature, and it kills me. I don't remember being this emotional with the girls but I imagine it has everything to do with the knowledge that there will be no more babies. I used to roll my eyes at the moms crying on the first day of kindergarten, and now I am that mom.
We got in the car to pick Maddie up from school and Eric said he needed to bring his "Adventure Box". As I was strapping him into his seat he looked at me and asked, "You want to go on an adventure with me? I could put your stuff in my box." This boy of mine? He kills me. I'd follow him anywhere.
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