Missing him already.
Proud of him.
Love is holding on.
Love is letting go.
His world just got bigger.
I got exactly what I asked for after all these years.
Letting go isn’t the opposite of love.
It’s proof of it.
Feels like the house already knows he’s gone.
He never said much, so maybe not.
Loving more than he knew how to say.
He took his first baby steps today, for the second time in his life.
Comfortable in my corner 