We’ve a teenager in our tribe.
He’s half with us and half gone. Talk about yearning to breathe free.
This 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.