Freestone wanted to take a video of the car ride home from dropping the girls off at the junior high. At the time, I thought I could just erase the meaningless footage later, so I gave him the green light on his project and forgot about it. When I watched his video later, I saw our lives through Freestone's happy, carefree eyes and I saw something peaceful. I liked it. Just a moment in the life of an suburban eight-year-old son, a boy who is fun and thoughtful, loves nonsense and jokes, but has a sweet heart. We were watching a movie last night and Freestone said to me, "Do you hear the violins, Mom? I do." If he had known how much I loved hearing him say that, he probably wouldn't have said it. Later, on his way to bed, I said, "Good night, Freestone." With a mischievous grin, he said, "Good night, Circe." He's just a great kid and I'm lucky to have so many car rides ahead of me full of his banter, his ideas, his presence.
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