Vicky got back from orientation last night, full of stories and excitement and enthusiasm for this new adventure in her life. It left John and me feeling the pinch in our hearts that very soon, too soon, she would be off to college and the growing snowball that will be her life, leaving us behind.
Sunday night we had one of those moments of clarity when we went to dinner after Mass. Christy and I heard John recover from giving the wrong number in our party, "Fi--uh, four." It was a sign.
Today we're back to four again, because Chris is at a weeklong seminar. Which just pours salt in the wound, because she'll be flexing those wings soon, too.
If I am to be true to this blog, then I have to go through with this post. If I'm going to be true to myself, I'll stop before my heart implodes.
Stay tuned as the adventure continues....