It went well. For just a moment I choked up. Luckily I was hiding behind a honking camera and not the little pocket one I intended to bring but couldn’t find, anywhere. And off the boy ventured, into the clear blue yonder it feels like. Leading a pack of boys to “spy on the girls” and “make a tent” he tells me. Note: crying now. I will miss our uninhibited days for sure. Minutes, moments, hours, very long weeks, whole years that I had you all to myself. A reward that I will be forever grateful not to have missed.