i was recently looking through my large family photo book and remembering the birth and childhood of each of my children. it brought tears to my eyes as the last one just recently moved out on his own.
it is. it is the very thing we raise them to do, but it is so hard to let go. after we got him all moved into his new home, i returned home and opened the family photo album to reflect on all of my children. i am proud of them all, but i sure miss the days of their presence in my home.
aw it must so hard to let them move on to their own.