We live in a very family friendly neighborhood. Bicycles, Girl Scout cookies, Christmas decorations and strong public schools are all part of what makes houses never stay on the market long even in this mad economic time.
It is very common for neighbors to have unplanned get togethers. This time of year singing, outdoor fireplaces, ghost in the graveyard and ages ranging to 5-13 run in the dark giggling and screaming with flashlights as the moon rises. Patio furniture is still out and tables are covered with candle glow and bags of chips & paper plates.
When I was still chic & perhaps even turned a head or two entering the "new" restaurant I was happy to visit this neighborhood for a night & scurry back to my high rise. The sounds of angels used to sing as I drove over the George Washington bridge & handed my keys to the valet so he could tuck in my "baby" for the week.
When you finally receive the face of your angel, the eyes that you will love forever and the hair you will stroke in the middle of the night your heart fills with love and cries from the distance.
I want my baby here. I want my baby smiling as the "big" kids run by....I want to show him leaves dancing to the ground. I want my baby now.
I've listened to the words Mommy, Mom, MOM being screamed, cried & called for hours and each time it echoes in my ears causing the hole in my heart becoming larger and raw.
Next year Jack will be walking, I will find him his first pumpkin to hold as he toddles about about the patch. But tonight, one of the most difficult nights Jack is so far away from his neighborhood. This Mommy wants to hear the angels sing as I watch him giggle, tuck him in and kiss him good night.
Goodnight my Sweet Prince......
All Because We're Chasing Jack~
