My son is taking a summer course at his college, so we had just a few days to visit this time around. We got up ridiculously early this morning to make sure he got to the airport in plenty of time for his flight. With all the hype about 3 hour wait lines and such you just never know what you might run into. As we got closer to the airport, we were joined by what seemed to be hundreds of others who had the same concerns. The parking lot was full as far as the eye could see. My son had already checked in for his flight and had only a carry on for luggage, so he could just go straight to the security line. I dropped him at the departure area and gave him a big hug. Then I hung out at the cell phone lot for a while to make sure he was all set. Turns out he was at his gate only 1/2 hour after I left him. There were no problems at all. He touched base as he made his connection and finally back to his school. I was glad his trip was safe and uneventful. But I am sad that he is so far away again. Our visit was short, but we had such a good time. I really enjoy his company. Each time we get together I can see him growing in responsibility, empathy, and maturity. He is so very considerate and respectful of his grandparents. So it was a bittersweet day. I am sad that my son is not closer, but grateful for his safe trip, for our relationship, and appreciative of the person he is becoming.

I Found God today as I enjoyed the time with my son.