Last Wednesday there were three
On Sunday we were down to two . . .
and tonight, there is only one . . .
of our three kids still at home.
Cara and I took Danae back to Winona Sunday afternoon – she has a May class she is taking. She’ll be back on June 1.
Cara is back in Cincinnati tonight.
I dropped her off at the airport this afternoon.
I’m not myself today.
I wasn’t yesterday either.
I know I must face the harsh reality that my children might not live anywhere near me in just a few short years. I don’t like that possibility – and I was very clear about that with God last night. In the darkness of my room, and in the comfort of my bed, I knew He understood. But I was still mad.
