Drawing for relief

My oldest son, who is still my "baby" and always will
be, is in the air as I write this over the Pacific ocean
heading towards Korea.
We said goodbye at 7:30 this morning, holding up
the line by hugging, and hearing the harsh voice of the airline woman saying, "go around them
they're not ready."

Hard-hearted, still the airport
was pretty, the morning magnificent -- sunlight streaming
in in glorious broad bands, and a crisp cold air of fall
in the June day. Perfect travelling weather.

As I said yesterday, I've always been drawing -- not well
necessarily, and to the horror of my classical
instructors in felt marker, which if anything is
more glorious to draw with today than ever. (Sharpies
come in every colour).

Here are a couple of drawings from my sketchbook
in Christopher's first year.

The first is of C.J. sleeping in the summer
heat of our rented house, and the second is an
odd sketch of the Mona Lisa. I like all the colour,
but you can see that I was a rushed new mother.
Still M.L. (Mona Lisa) seems to be saying the right
thing with her odd smile. "All will be well."

Have a loving-where-you-are evening.