I dropped my son off at the airport with his mother so they could go to Florida for the next 10 days.
Suffice it to say that as I watched them walk into the airport terminal, my heart did a little flutter.
The fact that it was 6:45 on a Sunday morning, I was half-asleep and had a death-defying drive home probably helped take my mind off it.
It is the first Christmas morning I will not be with my son.
I am determined to keep my emotions in the sweet spot...missing him, as appropriate, but not feeling sorry for myself or wallowing in self-pity.
It is what it is. Being miserable isn't going to help. I have some projects planned, including:
- Some nice cooking only I will eat. (Last night I made spaghetti Carbonara that was awesome).
- A photo book project that will force me out of the house.
- My 2009 planning and goal setting.
- At least one date.
- Christmas with my Mother, but resisting her invitations to spend more time there.
- Some other writing.
- Some nice cocktails for myself, but to enjoy, not wallow.
- And, of course, it is bowl season, so lots of football to watch.
We'll see how it goes. One day at a time. The climb continues.
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