and the little birdies leave the nest......

leaving behind empty coke bottles and dirty sweat socks.....
and loads of memories and jokes and coincidences and funny stories....

and the LOVE is so thick in the air......
and the departure is bittersweet, yet absolutely necessary.....

and you, for the first time in a VERY LONG TIME....
have space to EXPLORE the vast unknown.....
and to drink banana shakes under a tall, blue umbrella.....

children grow up....
and parents must aid them in their sojourn.....
with heart.....
and vociferous plenitude....

off he goes !!!
my sweet birdy !!!
to sew his wild oats......
(in a highly controlled environment !)
:}}

and he is the freckled wonder of my heart.......

ode to Brendan