I'm giving you a loving look,every day I write the book

Not only has Ben Ownby been FOUND! ALIVE!, but another missing child along with him. My heart is turning cartwheels. Thanks to the anonymous commenter who let me know the search is off.

This is a photograph of me and my middle son, who I call the "stealth" kid. He has a rich inner life, and is prone to wandering off. Those of you who have been parents for more than a few years know the sick, frozen feeling of suddenly missing your child. I cannot imagine the hell of having it drag out into hours, days, months. I know that life will never be the same for these children and their families, but for now, their relief and joy must be overwhelming.

When my mom friends and I are on the playground and one of our babes wanders away behind a tree or something, we all drop what we are doing and fan out. The blogosphere is just a bigger playground. Thanks to everyone who interrupted their own fun and games to cup their hands around their mouths and start yelling.

I wonder if, in these past twenty-four hours, my own boys have noticed my eyes drinking them in a little more deeply, or the palm of my hand passing over their heads a little more slowly.

Back to the monkey bars.