After the first feelings of sadness and tender memories (which lasted a few days...and there may be more ;), I got to thinking how grateful I am that Heavenly Father has a plan for all of His children to grow up and spread our wings. It is part of His plan for us to find joy, and part of joy is eternal progress! My children are excited about the life that is in front of them as independent adults. I am happy for them. Truly happy.
Still, it's the end of an era. Other people keep telling me, "But, they come back." A little comforting, but not much. When you've felt the indescribable joy of waking up every morning with your children under your roof since infanthood, how could it ever be the same?
As much as my heart (and my husbands heart) are hurting today, I know what Maya Angelou says is true :
"Love says, 'I love you. I love you if you're in China. I love you if you're across town. I love you if you're in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I'd like to have your arms around me. I'd like to hear your voice in my ear. But that's not possible now, so I love you. Go.'"
So, spread your wings and fly.