he is different, time does change everything, but there is a familiarity in his tone that makes me feel comfortable. he remained true to his heart.

the three of us drive down the highway, and it feels like high school all over again. well, last year at least. we sing our imperfect harmony with billy, number one on repeat, and the windows down. he is the base, and well, we fit in wherever we want, because singing is not something i would call a talent of ours.

with the cold air rushing past my face i felt so alive. i could have lived in that moment forever with you. both of you, and our four part harmony, without a care.

but you can only play a song on repeat so many times before you have to change it. and it ended. everything does eventually. and now tomorrow you will get on another plane and fly away again. seems like that silly time thing is always messing us up. gone for too long, home for not long enough...

...and then this morning i heard our song again, my mom was playing it as she made her breakfast, and all i wanted to do was cry.

come home again soon boy. and remember, we are so proud of you.