My younger son and I went to see the apartment one last time, it was empty. He commented on how strange it felt to see it that way, I held back some emotion.

Afterwards we went for ice cream and sat by the river, he gave me the tea, and I looked at how happy he seemed, and suddenly my chest felt warm.

My older son is officially a teenager and recently started doing his own thing. I harassed him to open the door and when I told him he seemed mysterious he smirked at me, changing his face to one with beautiful dimples, and again I felt a warmth in my chest.

Sometimes I wonder how I will ever combine my two great loves, my children, and nature. I suppose I don’t need to, they all seem happy where they are. And as I go from one to the other back and forth I find myself smiling, as the mountains fade away and my children are near, and again as the mountains come back into view.

My two great loves will always be there right beside me, in my heart.