My boys.
Owen is gone for the summer again. He is ten. Growing up now and eager for more space, more choice, more independence and autonomy. I am still watching him leave with the same heart wrenching longing of seven summers and yet now I understand his need: to be with his father, to be independent, to experience a few months of life outside the full throttle living of his younger brother. He is growing up and I am grappling with letting go.
Summer.
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