With school ending this week on Thursday, I spent last week getting LQ signed up for summer camps, VBS, and whatever else I could find that wouldn't cost a fortune. I managed to fill up the entire month of June, the last week of July, and the first week of August. As a family, we have an out of town trip planned for a wedding in July and then school starts back up Aug. 22. We will have 2 weeks in July & 2 weeks in August of downtime. WOW! And just like that... summer will be over!
A couple of Fridays a month, I join a few of my dear sisters-in-christ to share our "journaling journeys," and food and cooking ideas and whatever we want to talk about. It's time that I treasure and look forward to every time those days draw near. In my journal, I write random thoughts of things that I want to blog about or short thoughts that I want to share when we get together.
We met last Friday and the thought that hit me the hardest was the one I had after putting together LQ's summer "itinerary" and realizing that I had scheduled out almost the entire summer. Our home is getting bigger. F lives in College Station, goes to school & works and has been on her own for almost 2 years now. By the end of this week, V will be graduating from HS and moving into her own apartment with her BFF.
To say that I'm feeling "empty nest syndrome" is probably too severe as I still have a future 2nd grader in my midst, but I'm sure feeling the onset of emptiness when it comes to the "girl" dominance in this house.
For the first time, EVER, the men will be the majority around here!
That means, lots of fart jokes, burping, food rolling off of dinner plates, splotches on the shirt sleeves because as long as you're wearing a shirt you can always wipe your face, and a lot of other things that involve body functions, dirt, jumping, wrestling, punching, and ... you get the picture.
A new chapter in my life and a whole new kind of journey! As those of you ladies that have testosterone-ridden-lairs can attest too (and by all means, give me some pointers, high-fives, OMG-eye-rolls, or whatever else you thing I may need).
All of that said and I'll finish with... I am blessed! For God to grant me stewardship to 3 unique souls - let me say - I am humbly amazed!
Psa 127:3-5 Sons (and daughters) are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.