I couldn't stop staring at Jackson's picture today. I have a recent snapshot as a screen saver at work, so I just sat idly and waited for him to pop up and surprise me. If anyone passed by, they'd see me, intently staring - smiling and making baby talk with the screen. It was pathetic. His crystal blue eyes just pulled me into a trance. What was he doing today? Did he miss me? It was such a lovely day outside that I could only imagine spending it at the park with him - sliding down the "big kids slide" a million times - as if it was his first. The excitement and joy of sliding down anything never gets old. Isn't that true?
During drop off this morning, it was hard to let him go. Not because he cried, but because he was absolutely fine. He blew us a kiss with no problem at all, and he was off to play with the great big yellow bus. No friends were there yet, so he had first pick of anything in the room. It was like we had thrown him into a magnificently large toy box, and he had free reign. He didn't need US. So we said goodbye and turned to walk away. I smiled because he was happy and well adjusted, and, when out of sight, I cried inside as only a mother can do.
