This move us ours is no one day affair. Rather, we are doing it in bits and pieces, one car load at a time. I have had not a moment to do anything else, such as write. Which is unfortunate, as I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
So, like any task that is somewhat herculean (like moving), I am just going to have to break it down so that it is more manageable. Consider this brief entry chapter one.
The video above (and the one below) are short little clips that my son August filmed while I was in Colorado. I was attempting to make a short piece for an online site, and Aug was helping me out a bit.
Hanging out with August was one of the highlights of my stay in Colorado. Barring our trip to Sweden, I’d not spent any quality time with this kid since he was seventeen. I stayed for in Ft. Collins for five days, and I got to see August every single one of those.
We ate meals together, rode bikes, went out for coffee, checked out his art, listened to his music and just enjoyed each others company. On the last morning we were laying side by side in the sun on a trampoline and he said, “I don’t want you to go”. And I didn’t want to.
Jemesii, August and Peter are my everything. Each of them; braces, tattoos, green hair and piercings notwithstanding, is to me, perfect. The very, very best thing I’ve ever done is to become a mom. I am most content when all three of my children are by my side. However, with two of them grown, that doesn’t happen very often anymore.
And so I had to say goodbye to Aug, for now. Being with him was like butter on toast. Simple and perfect.