A few times a year I get an email from the photography company who takes the pictures of theme park guests, advertising some great new special. It includes a picture of the Boy and I, taken on a theme park day in (I think) 2007. I usually don’t even open the emails but today I decided to look.
In the picture, we’re both smiling but he’s leaning a good 45 degrees away from me. I think there’s some foreshadowing in that picture. Could I have ever kept him from no longer wanting to be in our lives? Probably not; no one is blameless for it but it was never about me anyway. Wondering about it is a waste of time.