Seven-thirty. Sunday morning. May 17, 2015.
At McDonald's. Young mother out for breakfast with kindergarten age son. They're being very quiet together. She's texting. He's sitting very still. dividing his attention between his Egg McMuffin and a blue balloon tied to his wrist with a long, curling white ribbon. Focused and serious, studying the balloon’s movements, as he gently tugs it up and down and back and forth. Making me miss the days of early morning outings with small boys. Time to get out of here before my heart breaks.