Just a few minutes ago I said goodnight to my 16 year old and he had been crying. The emotion I usually see from him is apathy, or frustration... But tonight his high school marching band performed a community exhibition before their last contest of the season this weekend in Jonesboro. For the seniors it may be the last night they march on their home field. For my junior son it is the beginning of "lasts" for his senior friends and I think it may have him thinking that his "lasts" are right around the corner. I cried tonight watching them march because Julian looked so good, the band looked fantastic, and next year it will all be over. Julian has been my world since his birth. I have done all of this with him. And next year he will be planning to go on without me... His tears and mine are the same. And I am so thankful he loves it all enough to grieve the chapter coming to an end...
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