Again
Last night was Julia's final CFA class dinner. It was Liana's first.
Simple words to write, but as they take form in black and white my heart swells and tightens, full of sorrow, ready to break. The release comes in the form of tears.
I've been here five times before -- this senior year thing, this leaving childhood officially behind thing, this moving ahead business. I thought by now I would be used to it.
Guess some things are never quite adjusted to.
Simple words to write, but as they take form in black and white my heart swells and tightens, full of sorrow, ready to break. The release comes in the form of tears.
I've been here five times before -- this senior year thing, this leaving childhood officially behind thing, this moving ahead business. I thought by now I would be used to it.
Guess some things are never quite adjusted to.
posted by Darlene Sinclair at
6:53 AM
5 Comments:
I hear you.
I was floored by the beauty of those "kids" last night, as they posed on the porch and in the garden.
I have only done it twice but found myself tearing up even more the second time around. I imagine I'll be a complete mess by the time #4, the last one, happens. It's not fun. Why can't they stay little forever?
I agree, you never get used to it, do you? No one told me about this when I started the mother journey, and if they had, I would not have understood.
Hi Darlene :) Sending hugs and prayers for your heart today. Love, Q
I'm working on a way to stop that whole "growing up and moving on" thing for ya...but until I do, you can rest assured I'll honor you by enjoying all my little ones today. I promise I won't take this season for granted!
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