My last little bird flew the nest today. She packed up her bedroom, loaded furniture and all, into her dad's truck and took off. What a bittersweet moment. She needed to go. It was time. She needs to be on her own. Try her wings. Find out they work. And me, I wanted her room. I need the space. My condo is not big enough for all her clothes. It is a one person space. So we come to this hard place where the change is. It is right for both of us but it is hard.
I took the afternoon off work and got home as the packing was wrapping up. They came in and cooled off for a minute and then they were gone. I looked around, into what was her room, and thought maybe I better leave too. Riding down the road wondering if she would ever live even near me again I felt my eyes begin to well up with tears. They surprised me.
I pray for her to fly straight and with a purpose. That is my prayer for both my chicks.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I Didn't Know I Would Cry
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3 comments:
Love you, Candy!
So beautiful! I'm so glad the Lord brought you into my life.
D
We took Margaret to school this weekend - know what you feel.
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