I hate when the kids leave. I fight to keep the tears at bay. I strive to stay productive. However, a blanket of sadness usually wraps around me.
After returning from dropping my daughter off at the airport on Sunday, I immediately prepped my lunches for the week because I knew that my motivation would wane after hosting my TeachWrite writing group at 2:00 p.m.
I looked up at the lamp to switch it on and found another "poop" sticky note. Everywhere my eye could rest was a "poop" note. I opened the drawer and found another. I leaned back in my chair and found one on the edge of the desk. They were everywhere.
I texted my son ,"Thanks for the love notes."
He texted back, "Hope you enjoy finding them all."
Two days later, I found yet another.
Every. Single. Time. I smiled. Cam knows me well, and he knew just how to get me out from under that heavy blanket.
That is love! So funny. Just like a son to find 'poop' a love note, lol.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet gesture! I think it's precious that he knew you would be sad, and he took time to lighten the load with smiles. Nice slice, Heather.
ReplyDeleteAnother four-letter word for love...when our kids give them, it's a way out of any funk. Enjoy your lunches. (Who knows? There may be another "poop" coming your way.)
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