As some of you may know that my boy left for college last month. I know this happens all the time, you birth a child, you feed him, bathe him, comb his hair and you obsess about every single stroke of the toothbrush. Then he turns 18 and he's gone. Perhaps I should have prepared myself better for the leaving, but my little inner voice tells me that it wouldn't have made a difference, I would still miss him in the most profound ways.
He is in many ways, the joy of the house. The heartbeat that is the center of a home beats faster when he's around. He's charming and boisterous, humorous and irreverent - but never crossing the line when it comes to his mamma. Now that is the definition of emotional maturity. When it comes to the latter, he's way ahead of his peers.
So it's not a surprise when we find ourselves, all of us that's left at home that is, in a little bit of a funk. Things are quiet, yes they are.
One way to help ease this latest transition for me is to go back to what I love, photography. Finding the perfect light, spying the perfectly framed heron, and looking at the details that God put forth everywhere is a remedy for a longing heart. I love the things I see through my lens, and it's captured, forever and ever.
I find that going back through the many photos I took of the family also fills the void. What precious memories, captured and documented through two pieces of mirror. It's a miracle it is.
I will do more of that - finding that joy. Like for many of you, photography for me is the remedy.