Apple Pie Comfort
The last few weeks we have been collecting suitcases loaned out to friends, closing old accounts and consolidating belongings so they weigh under fifty pounds. My youngest son will be working in Japan for a year and I have been trying to not interfere with his packing. Last night we savored a family meal with his brothers and favorite foods including a pie with apples from our own trees.
Today I dropped him off at the airport, followed him with my blurry eyes until he turned the corner to the gate, went home and ate the last piece of apple pie. Served à la mode, of course. Godspeed, Travis.