MountainMornings

We don’t like to travel when everyone else does; we always took the kids out of school no matter what the school had to say about our travel plans. We’d pack up their work for the week and zoom, off we’d go. Sometimes they actually did the work! And since today is the Tuesday before the Rocker’s wedding, I’m sitting at a gate in Dallas airport waiting for my connection.

I told you I married an iconoclast right?

I’ve stopped twice to apply band-aids to my heels. We shared a chicken salad sandwich on the first flight. I texted the Bride and we just called Great Grandma Ada. 

The troops will arrive in waves. Nashville tomorrow, New Jersey on Thursday. Friday we’re throwing a “Groom’s Dinner” for all the friends and family. I told Bob to be prepared for tears. I know I will cry, mothers and sons are just made that way. He is my youngest, my “itchy bon number one son” as the Flapper used to say. My perpetual motion toddler – while looking at his baby pictures I realized he is being held in Every. Single. One. 

Because otherwise, he’d be gone by the time you pushed the button on your camera. 

All that time spent running, playing on the beach, playing the violin in order to receive his first Fender at the age of eight. Forming a heavy metal band in our garage in high school, and touring the world with the Parlor Mob. Other moms told me their kids were “finding themselves.” We always knew – his sense of self was never in question, he forged ahead and left us behind when he followed his dreams to LA. 

And his best decision was hitching his star to Ms Cait. They are in perfect orbit, forming a new constellation. I wish them a life full of art, love and beauty, music and blue skies. And when clouds appear, which they sometimes do in life, just laugh and outrun them. I’ll pick up some more band-aids.