Catherine and Thomas are both out the door on their respective trips, and pieces of my heart are with each of them. I feel a little lost, and I don't feel like I will feel complete again until Saturday morning when they are both back under this roof again. I also know that I better get used to it, because my kids aren't getting younger.
I took Thomas to school this morning and dropped him off. I was so grateful he was excited, although he had told both Andrew and I that he would miss us, and I walked into my bedroom and shed a couple of tears. He also made sure to say good bye to the cats, and I also made sure we took a picture together before he left. After I dropped him off, I drove to our church and parked in the lot. I didn't feel the need to be in the building to pray, but being in the lot made me feel better. I was fortunate in that I had an all-day training to attend and didn't have time to think about missing him.
Andrew is taking Catherine to school right now (late, late departure) and I'll breathe a sigh of relief when I feel they have arrived safely. The traveling is the worst part for me, and it gets easier when I know the destination has been reached. I am sure they are both going to have an absolute blast, but I will be so, so, so glad when my kiddos are home again!
No comments:
Post a Comment