The end of an era

Empty nesters, at last.

Although I expected this to be a moment for rejoicing, it was a bittersweet experience to watch my youngest child fly the nest. As I watched Shaughn's truck back out of the driveway loaded down with all his worldly possessions, I couldn't help letting a few tears slip down my cheek. I had a flashback to his first day of kindergarten and felt the same pang in my heart as I let my "baby" go.

I am happy for Shaughn that he is starting a fresh chapter in his life. He has had a rough year. I hope he finds contentment in his studies and his new life in Houston. I am proud of his big brother for taking him under his wing and giving him positive direction. Andy is a good role model.

That makes three of our children living in the South now -- two in Houston, one in Nashville. I suppose it is inevitable that we will migrate south one day, too. Although "Papa" won't go willingly without Ella and Molly, too.

But for now, we will live quietly and contentedly in a house that is way too big for two people. Waiting for the day when they all come back -- to VISIT.