We held and hugged the last time.

I could hear the train coming.

I knew she had to go.

Not ready to let go yet.

Just one more minute.

One last time to breathe in her scent.

Had to let Mommy go to work.

You see, I just turned four years old today.

*Found this piece that I wrote six years ago on my son’s birthday, as I found myself  ‘accidentally’ doing spring cleaning just this past weekend. Darn shelf. 

I took this picture of my hubby and son (then as a four year old) as the train was leaving.