While we were camping, Craig and I spent much of our evenings talking of his mom.
A year ago today he sat by her side.
He smoothed her hair from her face and reassured her.
He told her that he would be okay.
That she could let go.
He promised her that he would never forget.
As his tears slid over his cheeks, he thanked her for all that she had done for him.
He assured her that he would keep her memory alive in his children…that they would know her.
He rested his head on her arm and cried.
In those moments he was just a boy…her baby boy.
Watching his mother die.
A year ago now, but his face, lit by the warm glow of the campfire, still hinted of that little boy who misses his mother.
And my heart breaks for him…an amazing man, but always her baby boy.