My son and I are leaving our small town in southeastern United States to live for a year in a small town in southeastern France. It couldn't possibly be THAT different, right?

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Giving Tree

Jed cried this morning when he saw men pruning the willow tree in the courtyard.  I explained that the vines would grow back, but he thinks that he will not see them.  He says that we don't have enough time left here.  I don't know much about willows, but Jed's right about our time.  We don't have much left.  
It feels like it took us an awfully long time to adjust to our new life, and now, just when we're in a groove, we have to start thinking about saying goodbye.  I'm trying to encourage Jed to enjoy every minute instead of mourning in advance, but I think that he senses the same feelings in me so it's hard.

This tree is special to Jed because he used to swing on its vines with the boys in the apartment complex before he knew how to speak French.  Tarzan imitations and giggles were his first means of communicating his fun personality to his pals.  Swinging in the tree along with kicking a soccer ball helped him to make friends without having to say a word. 
So, thank you willow tree!  We'll miss you too when we leave.  

Speaking of running out of time, we learned yesterday that our precious little friend, Ange, lost his dad on Monday.  He was just 32 and lived in Burkina Fasso where he was a political candidate.  Ange's mom believes that he was assassinated by one of his opponents.  

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