The wide, wide world

I snapped this photo back in June on Dillon's last day of first grade. He was off to visit his former kindergarten teacher, to give her a hug and wish her a happy summer. I thought about cropping the image but decided to leave it as it is, with its long hallway and bigness. I study each of my children and imagine what it must feel like to be in that line, in their respective places. I've held this picture all summer, knowing it means something, something more than any words I have right now.  I recall one of my favorite childhood books, "The Poky Little Puppy". Through the meadow they went, down the road, over the bridge, across the green grass, and up the hill, one right after the other.  At the beginning of another new season, it's all I can think about. The story, and the wide, wide world.

This is the latest in a series I'm exploring for August, Awakening.  

Angie Mizzell

I write about motherhood, writing, redefining success, and living a life that feels like home.

http://angiemizzell.com
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