Monday, July 26, 2010

Missing Henry

So it is morning and everyone is at last in their new homes and spaces. Even Gidget, the new dog on the block. Sad to think of Henry 3,000 miles away. I miss him or miss the idea of the dailiness of him. We want him next door to watch him grow. Pictures and updates are good, but lack immediacy: every new word, every edge toward walking, each turn of the growing mind. We won’t see it. We will be strangers to him and he will be a beloved child, far away to us.

1 comment:

  1. If it makes you feel any better, he's going through a very pickle-y phase right now. A complete inability to sit still and be held, combined with separation anxiety if you're more than three feet away. Also lots of loud yelling in his sleep. So tiring!