It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
It seems as if Taylor just returned home from her year abroad in Switzerland and here she is, off again. Ready to begin her junior year at Pepperdine. Where does the time go? I mean seriously. The pace at which life is moving, makes me yearn for a pause button sometimes.
But, this morning as I stood by Taylor's car and leaned in and kissed her goodbye, there were no tears. Yes, I will miss her. Her daily presence around the house and her sweet, sweet ways with the little ones, especially Zoey, and her love over flowing for the darling Charlotte. Time spent painting tiny nails and snuggling up in bed together. But this morning, I looked at my third born, and I realized, this is just as it should be. The wings spread and strong for the flight and the knowledge that the job I have worked tirelessly at, the raising of an independent, kind, compassionate, faith filled child, is nearly done. And although I know my parenting does not end here, I see clearly the shift. The change. And I am okay with that. In fact, excited and proud. For both of us.