Sunday night with the Big Man.
An exceptional night.
Sunday day without the sadness that he would be leaving.
An exceptional day.
I am going to revel in the calmness of it all, despite the marathon wrapping session.
I am going to revel in the memory of the boys running together along the river bank, as the sun went down and the moon came up.
I am going to revel in the memory of the giddy, smiley faces, muddy knees.
I am going to bed happy, knowing that for the first Monday in a long time, the family will have breakfast at the start of the week together.
I am going to bed excited, because I know Tom will be bounding on our bed at the crack of dawn.
I am going to bed with a sense of peace and gratitude.
