It is 11:29 pm on the first Thursday in March 2010
A little over 2 hours into hour ten hour drive
I am shifting and turning trying to find a comfort level that will allow me to sleep
The pillow I brought is firmly clutched under the head of my firstborn (by 1 minute)
it is mine {that pillow}
but I won’t take it back
It is his trip
his chance to see a field
and meet a coach who are offering him a new life
and while this is the first Thursday in March
I only have until the last Thursday in May
until my boys’ are out of school
moving on to fields and places I’ve not known
I will not retrieve the turquoise pillow
I am happy to quietly watch my boy sleep
knowing there are only 12 Thursdays left.
