days of summer

bike rides, fishing and long talks with my 16 year old son ~ playing mom, dad, coach and confidant. sending “care” packages to brother and sister away at college, and more to his dad in afghanistan, he turns to me with a look of melancholy that is not at home on his otherwise jovial face ~ “this is what being an only child in a single parent family must feel like…”, he says. all the miles under the bicycle tires, all the baby bass, sunfish and perch will never take the place of a full-of-life, loud italian family whose absence is made more noticeable by the quiet mom who tries to fulfill the other roles ~ the life of a military spouse

Good friends

 

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  1. Lori Reel says:

    Sometimes the quietest sounds make the loudest noise. I am glad you and he have these days…these talks…this time together. Love you. L

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    1. Thank you so much, Lori reel, your words sooth my soul. Love you back.

      Sent from my iPod

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  2. Adam says:

    Val, you are single handily the sweetest person I know. Just know that when he is finally home, Tony’s absence will only seem like a blink of an eye. Enjoy this time with your baby while it’s just the two of you, as you already know they grow up so fast and before you know it he will grown and off to college. Oh, where have you been fishing? I know of a little spot about 10-15 mins from base that you would like and every time I went there I always got fish. It’s called Crescent Bend nature park.

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    1. Thank you, Adam – we’ll maybe see you at the fishing pond!

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