Today I looked out the window and witnessed a beautiful goodbye. A goodbye between a father and son.
He walked up the steps to the house, with his son in his arms. He needed to go to work, like any other day, so he droped off his son at the boy's grandma's house. He stopped at the door and passed him over into the grandmother's care and stepped back to walk to his car. He turned around at the top of the steps and said, "Goodbye, Son" as if he were asking permission to leave. He smiled. I could not see the boy, but assumed he had been a bit shy or unwilling to reply because the dad stuck around a few seconds more in wait for an acceptable response. In that moment when he smiled, and waited, I could see that he would have rather stayed to spend more time with him. I could see that his life had changed ever since the birth of his son and he would never be the same. Because now, he knows another love. A love for his son.
Goodbye's are special. Goodbye's are beautiful. Love manifests itself in these moments.
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