Jackson went back to school, his final year in high school, this week. My wishing for a bit more summer didn't work this year anymore than it did any other year. But this is a very different kind of year in so many ways: this year he was ready to leave all on his own and early.
I wonder if he'll have to do the proverbial essay: "What I Did This Summer." Leading camels to water (peanut butter on his face helped keep it moving), releasing sharks back into the ocean after a photo op and shopping; back to school shopping on his own. I didn't know last year when we were hunting for backpacks together that might be the last time.
I dropped him off this morning - early - admiring the backpack he'd shopped for without me, not one like last year sort of black and limp, made of an unknown material. These straps are leather, the fittings are Prada-backpack worthy and the whole thing just seriously wonderful. I looked closer and saw that it was a Filson, a company founded in 1897. On his own, with his own money. Beautiful ...
Filson website link here.