Just one of those simple, overpriced pictures they take at Six Flags when you walk in. They are hoping that you will buy their merchandise. I did, indeed, purchase this after a trip to Six Flags in Gurnee with Ignatius. I believe he was nine at the time. Maybe 10.
Tonight, I looked in it only to see he and I as both younger people. So much had not happened in our lives at that point. It was just Mom and Ig enjoying a day together.
As of late, I have been thinking about the reality of what is to come. He will really be going to Virginia, and I will really be staying here. It's the end goal. It's what I was working for 18 years to have happen. Right? So why does the mind play its tricks? Why is there sadness involved? It should feel only like success. Instead: ambivalence.