22 days til my Sallateeska adventure comes to a close.
22 days until I have to leave the place I now call home.
Why did the months roll by as if they were just minutes?
Trying to explain to a 4 year old why Bluford is where I must return.
He looks at me and says, "But Kaffy...you don't want to play with me anymore?"
His honesty in his world can't understand the length of time we are granted.
That its ending. Almost finished.
No to him it is a unwelcome change an unnecessary hurt.
I tell him, "You know how I leave and then come back every weekend?"
His head nods, but you can see his eyes still searching.
"Well its going to be like that, but it will be longer until I come to visit."
Finally the smile finds his face and that cowboy giggle begins.
"Ohhhh!! heheh!" he exclaims, "I have sumthin for you to take!"
Catapulting off of the couch he rides his toy horse to the cove of his treasures...
...the toy box across the room.
Dig, toss, rustling, as he hums to himself.
Victory! His search is done, and at last brings the precious items.
2 Nerf dart guns.
I ask, "what are these for Jackson?"
"Kafee they are to shoot the bad guys, then you can come back and play!"
22 days doesn't seem quite enough
But its more than I deserve
So if I seem distant between now and then
Its just because I'm thinking of how many bad guys I have to shoot,
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