Right now I am in the business of dropping off my big girls at college.
And it is weird because as any parent knows who has gone through this, it is a rollercoaster. I love that they will be together on this island, but how am I going to be able to leave them? Lots of thoughts about that, but for a second let’s go back home where we have two little girls left.
We got a taste for the two-kid thing last month while Grace was already gone.
This is how Family Home Evening looked:
Look at all those gaping spots just crying out for someone to fill them!
We sure are enjoying those little girls, I have to say. I do love watching the oldest-at-home fill the role as “oldest” and to watch them shine in that new capacity, and love watching the relationships shift here and there in a beautiful way. We have missed those big kids like nobody’s business, it is true, but there is something about the simplicity of having just two that is sometimes kind of awesome. Maybe I’m just telling myself that to cheer myself up, but Dave came in the kitchen the other night as I was making dinner and whispered in my ear that he kinda likes this. The kitchen stays cleaner, there are only two kids to wrangle home at the end of the evening, two kids to get where they need to be and help maneuver through life. (And also WAY tougher, for some reason, to figure out a good time for family devotional…but that’s a post for another day.)
At least we have Bo.
Yes, definitely trying to make myself feel better. Ha!
Anyway, a couple Sundays ago we gathered those two last girls of ours and Dave gave them a Father’s blessing. And he gave me one too. That is always one of my favorite parts of the new school year.
It’s going to be a good year for these two, I can just kind of feel it in my bones.