Matthan is not here. I miss Matthan. Sometimes I get a snap chat from Matthan. Now my Snap Chat is stuck and I can’t get it unstuck.  This is not good.  I need Matthan to fix it. My Mom does not have a clue.

Anyway I had a lots of fun with Matthan this summer. He graduated from USC and then came home to get ready for his new job.

We had the most fun in the kitchen. We make breakfast pizza. We chop potatoes. We chop peppers.

We make casserole and meatloaf. We eat gluten-free and rice. Matthan washes the dishes and cleans the kitchen. I set table.

Matthan made coconut milk ice cream. I mix the ice cream. It hard. It is frozen.

Matthan went hiking and swimming and lots of fun Montana things. I take photos of Matthan.  Silly photos. Cooking photos.  Sleeping photos. Matthan turns on the music at our house:   Messiah Christmas music, church music. It is loud. It funny. I like it!  Mom comes home and then the music is not so loud.

 

We make pancakes together. Matthan makes the best gluten-free-blueberry-banana pancakes.

In October we had a practice `goodbye’ at the airport. It was a Sunday and I had my church dress on. Matthan had just bought his camera so we were having fun taking pictures of each other.

And then in November, we had the real goodbye. Matthan packs his stuff.  What a mess! Piles everywhere. And then only piles in the living room.  And then only luggage in the living room.  And then he is ready to go.

”Do you want to get up 4:30 to take Matthan to the airport?’

`No. I sleep in.’

”Okay say ‘good bye’ tonight. Give Matthan a hug.’

In the morning I checked and no Matthan in the bed. I took a photo. My Mom thought it was sad. It’s not sad. It is happy. Matthan is an adult. Matthan is independent. He is doing what he wants to do. We are giving thanks.

 

I am an adult.  I learn independence. I am doing what I want to do.  My Mom says that I am figuring it out. We are giving thanks.