Son off to Rome for soccer tournament
Posted: May 5th, 2007, 3:19 pm
Don't believe them when they say that time doesn't exist
it does.
My 15 year old son just gave us kisses goodbye as he got onto a train that'll take him to his dormitory where he'll pack up his official sweats and 2 pairs of soccer shoes and then take another train to the airport (at 1:00 a.m)
He's leaving for Rome. He's meeting his teammates there.
He's alone, he's confident, he's doing it.
What's to say? He's growing by leaps and bounds. Aside from each well-trained leg taking on the size of a small grecian column and his six pack leaping to 8, he's exponentially maturing, taking care of things and leaving me open-mouthed in awe.
Ciao, Rahm.
See you next week, dear child.
May you be strong and bring yourself home with some tales and an arriverderci. (excuse the spelling but listen to the lilt of a slightly teary loving mama)
it does.
My 15 year old son just gave us kisses goodbye as he got onto a train that'll take him to his dormitory where he'll pack up his official sweats and 2 pairs of soccer shoes and then take another train to the airport (at 1:00 a.m)
He's leaving for Rome. He's meeting his teammates there.
He's alone, he's confident, he's doing it.
What's to say? He's growing by leaps and bounds. Aside from each well-trained leg taking on the size of a small grecian column and his six pack leaping to 8, he's exponentially maturing, taking care of things and leaving me open-mouthed in awe.
Ciao, Rahm.
See you next week, dear child.
May you be strong and bring yourself home with some tales and an arriverderci. (excuse the spelling but listen to the lilt of a slightly teary loving mama)