I sat across from you today. Sunshine streamed down, a breeze caressed your blond hair, your smile soft, unsure.
Your text, the night before, surprised me. You gave me your new number. You didn't have to, but there it was. An invitation to communicate.
A new phone, a new job, a new family. Your boyfriend and his parents take good care of you. New clothes and a sparkly new drivers permit.
There you are, taking care of your own business. Your anxiety controlled. A fact the new growth of your finger tells.
You are better...without me.
I wish I'd been wiser and let you go when you were squirming for your freedom. Would it be different now?
I pray for you. I pray for protection, for wisdom. I pray for our relationship.
I'm so proud of you. I hope that's okay. To be proud in a parent kind of way.
I can't wait to see you again.