Does this picture mean anything to you?
It does to me. Somehow it happened to us today.
Inspite of all the planning, packing, loading vehicles, the drive to Winona . . .
Arriving at the dorm (Nate) and apartment (Danae) . . .
and the unloading – and setting up —
I was still, somehow, caught off-guard.Kirk and I finally pulled out of town (Winona) at 9:00 pm tonight (after unloading at two residences, dinner with the kids, and grocery shopping). We were driving separate vehicles.
All the sudden it happened. The floodgates opened. I cried. I prayed for each of my three kids. I cried again. I prayed more. I cried and prayed.
Then through my tears I started to think about how absolutely, positively proud I am of our children. They are among my heroes, each in their own way. (and that will be a different blog).
Cara, Nate, Danae — I know you will continue to keep making “Good Choices”.
More later, right now I’m physically tired, and emotionally spent.
Love you,
Dad & Mom