First Flight

Alas, the time has come for one of my own to test his wings. With a happy heart and anticipation for his success, I watch from the tree trunk that we have shared 22 years together, with each year he took a step closer to the tip of the limb and one further away from me. As he straightens his wings and tests the winds, I watch with pride. He will do well, he is prepared, I know, and yet there is a part of me that still holds onto that lil chick that smiled so carefree, the wonderment of the world in his eyes. I know I will continue to hold those memories close as I catalog the new ones, such as today. I walk forward, brush a feather in place, and with a word of encouragement, I step back to see him take flight. And I breathe a deep contented sigh. Good Luck, my child.