A heavy heart.....

I have to admit that going into this week/month I was stoked/dreading the trip to Seattle. I am so incredibly proud of Tommy not only for the accomplishment of the academy, but also for being on his own...in a new city...in a new state...He is one brave guy to me.
However, there is a heaviness about all of it for me.
I sat in the airport yesterday and cried like a 5-year-old who lost their favorite toy. I felt so juvenile, but it seems like every time we have to say goodbye, the difficulty starts again. The acceptance of him being where he is and the gravity of being a grown up and being at this stage in life still gets me.
Aside from VICKI TIME!, the ceremony and the family time...(which I will definitely post about once I get pictures uploaded) I got to do something that I NEVER have, I got to go for a run with my brother. It sounds so simple, but it was incredibly refreshing for me as I have always ran alone. I felt like I could have stayed on that run forever, talking about anything with Bubba, if only life could be paused.....
We had a fantastic trip, but I always find myself with the fear of the 'impending doom' that will be the moment we go our separate ways.
Anyways as I snuck in a short second on the internet between patients today I found something that made me laugh and so.....