The other day I woke up and immediately began to panic because my son is getting married in three weeks!
It's kinda weird.
My nest is emptying.
I know I've had four other kids leave the nest and fly away to begin lives of their own.
But this time it's a little harder.
Cuz before there were always so many others who needed attention.
That I barely skipped a beat when they left.
I kinda pined away for them while they were on their honeymoons.
But never.ever.never.ever call a kid on their honeymoon,
Just to check on them.
It just isn't done.
But now, I realize that my nest is a little emptier.
And a certain phase of my life is ending.
I used to take pride in my filled up bench
At church on Sundays.
Now it's just me and Miss Liss.
So it's a little strange and bittersweet.
And something I'm going to have to get used to.
I do have big plans for the spare bedroom.
Until the missionary gets home,
But not for a year and one-half.
Please don't hate me because we now have a family hairdresser.....