Waiting outside of your mom's house in my car...

It is probably the hardest thing for me to do.

It sometimes seems to you that it would be easy for me to "just walk in...". it is not my house.

It "was" my house and yesterday when you were practicing soccer and I went in the backyard to watch you, I found myself staring at the small tree in the corner of the yard that I was always afraid I would knock over when I was mowing the lawn.

It now is this sturdy tree providing enough shade to cover half the yard and the deck and I missed seeing the flimsy tree "grow up" in the backyard.

Although I still do not live in the old house... I do not want to miss seeing you grow up.