That’s how long I have to wait to see your beautiful face and wrap you in my arms.
When we dropped you off at camp this morning, there were tears.
Yours as we said goodbye and mine as I got into the car.
I’m hoping that yours dried sooner than mine.
And now I wait.
Here in the quiet of the livingroom, amidst your princess shoes, Curious George books and American Girl doll.
I would give anything to keep you here at home with me.
But, you’re ready to spread your wings and I have to encourage you to do exactly that.
It’s not your job to make sure I’m happy…it’s mine to make sure that YOU are.
37 more minutes.
This fall, as we send you off to kindergarten, I will struggle to let you go.
But, ultimately I will release your hand and watch you pull away and thrive.
And I’m certain that my pride will eclipse my sadness.
With a heart bursting with love,