Our alarm was set for 6-something this morning and Jonathan made the first of a few airport runs this week-our peeps are heading off for a summer in India, Thailand and Cambodia.
How grand.
It's been a bit of a nostalgic week, with these pending goodbyes, tempered only by the fact they are coming back to our arms at the onset of fall.
Anyone who knows me well (or maybe even just a little) knows that I talk about seasons a lot. Seasons of grace, seasons with people and places.
And I was thinking about it all yesterday-in a wee 10-minute window when all was quiet and I was outside, wind at my back.
This has been a wonderfully sweet season, a life-giving place.
Having these 4 here has been so happy for me. They are so solid, so wonderful, thoughtful and true.
So fly away, dear ones-but come back too. I'm not ready for my season with you to end (for a few more decades.)
I did the mom thing and 'made' them pose for these photos.
And yes, they call us mom and dad. We like it-all the glories of parenting, but without the awkward years. Tehe.
