|Early Christmas present to Ev, published 1881|
This is the time when I am the most anxious; Ev is traveling without a phone, so he cannot keep us updated as to where, when, how he is doing. I long just to hear his voice so that I know he is OK. I wish him well on his journey, but this mother-worry never seems to go away.
Setting aside my worry and sadness, I relish the time that we did spend together over these last few months. During the warm afternoons of September and October, we would head out in the old pickup driving the back roads looking for woods to tromp or an old cemetery to explore. We were never disappointed in our many adventures.
As my firstborn, Ev spent many hours exploring the outdoors with me--as an infant and toddler in the backpack and as a little hiker under his own power. Over these past few months, we have re-kindled those precious times, making new memories. And these memories are what now sustain me...until this boy traveller returns home from his own adventures.