I guess I didn’t realize how frustrated he was…
I don’t even remember what it was that didn’t go his way.
As I was making dinner, I did look out the sliding door in time to see him walk across the back with his guitar and his bag slung over his shoulder.
I walked out and suggested he might want to reconsider going out without letting anyone know.
In response to this, he turned and walked on.
So, of course I let his dad go out and follow him while I finished up inside.
I couldn’t help but grab a picture through the front window, because he did look terribly cute.
When he came in and went down to his room, I followed and talked with him while he unpacked his bag.
He said he was going to go on a big adventure all around the neighborhood and find a new home and a mama who said yes.
It was really hard for me to be quiet…
As I watched him put away 75 shirts that he had jammed into his bag.
No bottoms of any kind.
Just a lot of shirts.
and his guitar.