Lucky Thirteen.

by norealplot

We’ve a teenager in our tribe.

He’s half with us and half gone.  Talk about yearning to breathe free.

IMG_2852This stroller logged many miles around our neighborhood, once.  I gave him the job of scrubbing it clean to give away.  It made us both want to cry, for different reasons.  I wish losing a bright Saturday to family chores was the main loss I face, like him.


We’re lucky we have expert help for the wild ride ahead.