Just One More...

...kiss
....moment
.....day
......hug
............

The day is almost here. Tomorrow, our tall girl has her birthday. We are so joyful that we get to spend it with her; it's all tinged in "blue". The minutes went too fast, the days too full. And now, it's over.

She's going so very far away. We can't just drive to see/get/be with her. She is excited and nervous; has pretended all week that the day isn't coming. We all have kind of "ostriched"...head in sand, hearts in denial. Her sisters have soaked up moments, her daddy gathered hugs. I've treasured smiles and laughter.

This is one of those times I have to truly remember that she was never really mine.

She has always been His. He designed her, He gave us wisdom in raising her. He knew her future, He wrote her story. And now, I have to trust Him.

It seems so strange. They really do grow up and move into their own lives. It seems like they were babies just the other day....LOTS of other days!

Our youngest is 13 on Friday. Time is flying. It seems like there are never any "One More"s. Seems like life unravels faster than I can keep track of and girls grow quicker than I care to acknowledge. The irony is...I knew years ago I would 'lose' her to Germany. Just didn't know it would be this way.

I really am happy for them. Excited for the adventure that will soon unfold. I just, in my wistful heart, wish it wasn't happening. In my perfect space, our girls are all close by and I get to enjoy each one as grown women. While God has honored my heart in so many things, I recognize that my wistfulness is not His will. He loves me, He loves them. His plan is written, her story being revealed.

Her story isn't more important than any of the other girls'. It's just more noticeable, more prominent in our lives right this minute. So we cry, we laugh and we wish.

Just one more.


My dearest K:

I love you...every day, all the time...
...all your life and mine.

Enjoy the adventure sweets...we'll see you on the flipside.