My husband and myself have been working on an empty nest for awhile…the first one flew away around 11 years ago. We got used to that…and then the other one flew about a year after that. We then had a few years to recover…and about five years…my son flew the nest…but with college, we had four years to get used to it. Then last year he went off to Chicago…hated it…returned close to home…then flew off to DC. Now we have two in DC and one here that we never get to see, and one at home.
I knew I would struggle with my last birdie. It would be a whole lot easier if she was a difficult child. If she was hateful or rude and mean…but she simply isn’t. She never has been. She has her moments…but they are few and far between.
A few weeks ago she went to camp. She was gone for four days…that is it…and I missed her horribly….
Next week I go away to clown camp. This will be my third time going. I haven’t been for six years. I hope that this time will be a time of tremendous growth…and being able to push past my fears. However, I find myself homesick for my husband and child before I even leave…and I am not sure how I will get through an entire week.
My new schedule has begun…where I have two days off each week…and for the first time in a long time…I am well aware of the warp speed in which time is going….
These are the times…I want to remember each thing that passes through my hands…
Instead of waiting for the weeks to go by and marking them with “exciting and worthy” things…I want to remember the “everyday “ things. The way sourdough bread feels in my hands. The way Ellianna loves to smell bread baking or muffins. The afternoon phone call from my son…texts from my husband.
The barking of my dogs at the deer in the back yard. The ding of the bell of people coming into my store. The changing of seasons. Nothing quite as beautiful as the beauty of summer into fall.
Life goes by so quickly….and I feel it even faster now….I have three small years left with my youngest….and since I’ve been there before I know exactly how bad this will feel…but this will be far worse…because…she’s the last one…and if I’ve done my job well…she will fly as high as her siblings…and that has to be enough…
I am tired at the thought.







I know I never deserved her….she was the answer to every prayer I ever had. When my heart needed one more baby…a girl…with curly hair and blue eyes….and she has been all the things and more I have ever prayed for. My children are a huge blessing to me…and they both are my greatest accomplishments.













































































































































