🎵There are some things that you should know.
At times the world
gets awfully cold.
But I’ll still be there.
You’ll grow up and make mistakes.
Find roads
that are still unpaved.
But I’ll still be there.
I can’t catch your every fall,
But I’ll be there if you call,
As long as my heart is beating.
I can never stop the rain,
But I’ll come for you in pain,
As long as I’m still breathing.
I’ll always love you more than you’ll ever know.
I’ll always love you more than you’ll ever know.
I’ll always love you no matter where you go.
Oh, you’ll always
have a home. 🎵
~John Legend
In less than 20 hours, we will sit down together to officially begin your high school career.
The lessons are planned.
The books are chosen.
The road map is drawn.
Everything is ready…
Except for my heart.
I know that it’s only 9th grade, and I plan to savor every bit of this.
But I also know that the very nature of these next four years will ensure that our eyes are ever on the “end”, right from the start.
I am excited.
But, it also hurts with a tangible, physical, guttural pain. And, I’m not sorry for that.
Yes, there’s so much joy.
I love these years where you’re my friend and a worthy sparring partner in any intellectual match. 😘
I love this time of manhood emerging and boyhood having disappeared.
I love our conversations and the wondrous (and sometimes ridiculous) things you introduce me to.
I love all that is upon us and all that is ahead.
But I also miss all that we’ve left behind.
Because I know how very fractured motherhood can be, I have cherished all of it deeply. Oh, I’ve certainly failed and floundered.
But, I can honestly say I’ve given every minute of it everything I have…
And I’ll keep doing that, Bud. Forever.
It hurts so badly my heart may break and it is so much fun that my heart may burst.
It’s all of it at once, and I’m so incredibly thankful that I get to do it with you.
Please know that you’ll never need to be or measure up to anything in order for me to be in your corner…
I love you always.
And, truly, you’ll always have a home.
High School, here we come. ♥️
At times the world
gets awfully cold.
But I’ll still be there.
You’ll grow up and make mistakes.
Find roads
that are still unpaved.
But I’ll still be there.
I can’t catch your every fall,
But I’ll be there if you call,
As long as my heart is beating.
I can never stop the rain,
But I’ll come for you in pain,
As long as I’m still breathing.
I’ll always love you more than you’ll ever know.
I’ll always love you more than you’ll ever know.
I’ll always love you no matter where you go.
Oh, you’ll always
have a home. 🎵
~John Legend
In less than 20 hours, we will sit down together to officially begin your high school career.
The lessons are planned.
The books are chosen.
The road map is drawn.
Everything is ready…
Except for my heart.
I know that it’s only 9th grade, and I plan to savor every bit of this.
But I also know that the very nature of these next four years will ensure that our eyes are ever on the “end”, right from the start.
I am excited.
But, it also hurts with a tangible, physical, guttural pain. And, I’m not sorry for that.
Yes, there’s so much joy.
I love these years where you’re my friend and a worthy sparring partner in any intellectual match. 😘
I love this time of manhood emerging and boyhood having disappeared.
I love our conversations and the wondrous (and sometimes ridiculous) things you introduce me to.
I love all that is upon us and all that is ahead.
But I also miss all that we’ve left behind.
Because I know how very fractured motherhood can be, I have cherished all of it deeply. Oh, I’ve certainly failed and floundered.
But, I can honestly say I’ve given every minute of it everything I have…
And I’ll keep doing that, Bud. Forever.
It hurts so badly my heart may break and it is so much fun that my heart may burst.
It’s all of it at once, and I’m so incredibly thankful that I get to do it with you.
Please know that you’ll never need to be or measure up to anything in order for me to be in your corner…
I love you always.
And, truly, you’ll always have a home.
High School, here we come. ♥️
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