Photos and text by Corey Amaro
Happy.
The end of the school year.
The end of an era.
Sacha graduates soon.
Since age four, Fabrice, Sacha's best friend, will go to school in Cannes.
These are the last days of childhood, or at least that is how I see it.
Happy.
A significant change is happening in our family.
Chelsea will study for a year abroad (first in San Francisco and then in China), and her boyfriend, Mr. Espresso, will study in London for one year.
Long distance relationships are…
Sacha will either go to school in Arles or take a gap year in Willows… he has yet to make a decision.
Their wings open, the horizon calls them, their taste buds spark, their eyes widen…
Delicious life and the freedom to splash!
Youth.
Happy.
We went out to dinner the other night to celebrate Sacha's 18th birthday. While at dinner, Annie's eyes were sparkling as she said, "Ah, youth! Look at them, young, beautiful, free…. I am happy to be here, watching their future unfold before my eyes. This is the beautiful age, the beginning of many firsts."
Happy.
As a parent, I can say how joyful it is to see your children happy. What comfort it is to see them enter into healthy, caring, good relationships. It is a parent's peace of heart to see their children fall in love with someone they can trust.
Chelsea and Sacha gave me peace of heart, the best gift ever.
Happy.
"This is the beautiful age," Annie said regarding my children.
Looking at her, I thought, "Every age can be beautiful when we are young at heart and have something to look forward to."
But Annie would disagree with me. With her depth of wisdom and experience, I can hear her say, "This is the beautiful age." And hearing that, I completely understand what she means.
Youth.
Wonder.
An open road.
A taste of firsts, like a baby's first year.
Happy.
Life is beautiful: Young, old, and in between.
I hope and pray I can be as open, young at heart, as loving and joyful as Annie is. That life will be a wonderland in which to live every day. I pray that my children will feel that passion for life, too.
Happy.
The new adventure begins.
Freedom! Youth!
The birds are flying. The parents are looking at the nest. Annie is alive with a skip in her step, love continues to bloom, and all seems good…
Happy tears with the taste of salt.
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