My aunt and I were marveling over the fact that Declan turned eight today. My aunt who lives in Maryland while we live in Colorado. My aunt who works so hard to maintain a closeness with us that is felt with every phone call, every email, every note.
She said, “Remember that trip we made right after Declan was born? That first Thanksgiving he was with us? He and I had a moment, alone, during that trip. I snuggled him close and I whispered to him about how someday we would have long conversations on the phone about everything and about nothing. That we would just chat the day away.”
Then she told me about how they had that call yesterday. The day before his 8th birthday.