In an hour or so, we’re packing up and leaving the beach. It went pretty well. Everything, for the most part, held. Even feeling stronger.
LM is awake and eating breakfast. He is doing this by himself. This sounds small, but he is not afraid of his monsters, cowering from them. He is stronger than that. He sees it.
He and I did a ropes course last night. It has been months since I was high in the air and, lord, I missed it. He was brilliant. He had a hard time where seven year-olds should have a hard time.
The sky is bright and yellow. There is a sweet wind and strong and daring tides. School starts back soon. Last year went … poorly for him. His monsters were too frightening, too strong, too much. We did not know, nor did we guess. Now, we can only guess.
What I believe: he is clever, charming, tenacious, curious, kind, and lovely. His favorite color is orange and he is just as daring as the sea.