He left 12 weeks ago.

My first fledgling.

He tested his wings in the Big Easy.

What a place to learn to fly.

The town was kind to him.

For that, I am grateful.

He fluttered, he fed and he grew.

He found his way home.

For a short while, I think.

My nest is full again.

His wings are stronger now.

He is ready to spread them again soon.

My heart will ache when he leaves.

My heart will swell as I see him fly away.

My Alex.

My first born.