A piece of my heart hopped on a bus and headed to Colorado last weekend.
Off to have big adventures of his own. Far away from me.
I remember sending him off to school on a big yellow school bus and shaking my head at how quickly he grew. He was so big and brave and excited. I prayed for his safety and that he would make friends easily. I wanted him to succeed and I wanted his teacher to see what a funny and bright kid he was. I teared up as the bus pulled away, a mixture of pride and sadness that the baby days were over. He was growing up and would need me a little less as he gained his independence as a big kid.
This time wasn't much different.
Except it was.
Because this time I knew that it would be a long time before I would see him again. I began to pray for his safety and guidance since I first knew he was leaving. There is nothing I want more than for him to know and follow God. I want for him to be blessed with wonderful friendships. I want him to succeed and I want the world to know what a funny and bright young man he is.
I cried as the bus pulled away from the station, taking my son away to begin his future. I am proud of the young man we have raised and of his sense of adventure. He has the ability to dream big and to create. He is going to make his way and he is going to be alright. And so am I.