Ah what a bittersweet time…this is now our second time going through this and it sure doesn’t get any easier. Seeing children move out on their own…children you nurtured and coddled from their first breath…oh my…does that test a mother’s endurance!

This is the day…the culmination of everything it seems!

An so, we’ve been wading through the accumulated cast-offs in the attic…looking for those treasures that still have a little life in them that will serve a young couple for at least a few years. We sifted through the odds and ends…an old dip machine, an antique oak dining table, bar stools, great-grama’s old rocking chair, silverware in a chest we set aside for the boy all those years ago…too many things to name, really.

The move is now made, but my heart doesn’t quite believe yet that I will never do his laundry again, will never shop for underwear for him again, will never hear him jump down from his loft in the morning and pad his way to the bathroom for his shower, won’t have to wait anymore to hear his car pull up at night to know that he’s home and he’s safe…

A whole new chapter unfolds…