Isn’t life just filled right up with ends and beginnings? Over and over again? Hopefully we learn from all of them.
As I type, Grace is flying through the air en route to Austin.
We left for the airport at 5:15 this morning, had to turn around to get our masks we forgot, but got her there in time to check in those carefully packed suitcases and give hugs and hugs and hugs.
For real the last hugs for a while.
And then the remaining four of us drove home through the still morning darkness, the edges of the sky tinged ever more by pink and hazy purple on to orange, waking up the day. I got home and ran to a workout, feeling a new stage of life unlocking in front of me as I ran and thought, filled with deep love for that missionary of mine, and also for the way the morning sun was hitting the new winter grass in such a way that it glowed so beautifully each time I ran by (we did lots of parking lot laps today!). Why was that what hit me most this morning? I don’t know, but it took my breath away and somehow reminded me that God has got this. He’s got my girl forever and always.
I don’t think you’re ever truly ready to let your child go. This time was for sure easier than letting Max go off into the unknown. My first. My only boy. No phone calls for months, and he is not a writer. I was a mess. This time I can breathe and wait for her call. But even so, when I got home and looked down the hallway to her dark, empty bedroom it all started to sink in. And then when I opened my computer to write, out fell a note from her neatly labeled “mom” with a heart, in her beautiful handwriting. Oh I will miss that girl!
I have let another child go. Again.
And that does strange things to a mother’s heart.
So while I’m contemplating and trying to get that heart of mine back in order, I’ll leave you with a few pictures of the goodbye.
Love that girl forever and ever.
And cannot wait for her to share all the grand (and tough, and funny, and amazing) adventures that lie ahead!