The world of my family was tilted a bit in the summer of 2006. That is when we moved nearly 3000 miles from the home we had known our entire lives. However, we tried to make it an adventure. We welcomed the opportunity to live in a new place challenging us to make new friends.
Some of us, yes it was. Others—not so easy. We adjusted.
Then the day came. The one I had dreaded since the first day of pre-school. The day our oldest would leave home to begin his own journey. He was full of anticipation and maybe some doubt. I was sad and excited at the same time. Thankfully, he was not too far from home.
Six months later, we sent our daughter off on an airplane to return to that home 3000 miles away. I couldn’t get out of the airport fast enough and I sobbed the hour it took us to get back home. Both of us still cry when we have to say see you later, but it’s hard for me to send her off at the airport…her dad usually does it.
Then the day came for the last one to leave home. All I could picture was that little redheaded boy I spent so much time with. He wasn’t so little any more. He had passed me in height so many years before. He lives even closer to us and we always see him when he runs out of money.
Of course, we had a boomerang….in fact two boomerangs, but they have moved out again, leaving us with an empty nest.
As far as the empty nest? In the words of Tim McGraw…..I like it, I love it, I want some more of it.