Last weekend a friend asked me what I was planning to talk to Maxwell about when we start driving up to Lyco next Sunday. She'll also be driving her son up to school and she told me that she has all her talks planned out. What was my plan? What did I need him to know before he left? What had we not told him?? I felt totally put on the spot and just plain dumb because those questions hadn’t even crossed my mind. I figured we’d be listening to good music and talking about nothing too important. As I thought about it more throughout the week though I realized that I hadn’t “planned” my talk because I didn’t need to. There’s nothing unsaid between Maxwell and I, or between Maxwell and Matt or even between he, Henry and Vivian for that matter. We’ve never left anything unsaid or undone or untaught. We don’t need to “cram for the test” now because we’ve been “studying” this whole time. It was such a relief when I was realized that! I felt like a weight was lifted from my soul - we’ve done well these last eighteen years with him. Really, really well. As a family we’ve lived fully, we’ve talked openly, we’ve loved each other without reservation. I have no regrets and absolutely no “what could've beens”.
And then yesterday came. August 11th. And I was content and happy on that date for the first time in 16 years.
I guess time really does heal wounds.
August 11,2018
Vivian and I had a date night to
The Way Off Broadway produsction of 'The Secret Garden'
August 11, 2018
Life is good.
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