I’m so very happy for her. In fact, it really does feel like my heart will explode with joy.
But in this moment. I wipe the tears.
I miss her. Actually, I started missing her when she moved out shortly after graduation a few years ago.
Thankfully, she is still a short distance away. But probably not forever.
Bailey is the one who told her dad and I that when she grew up she was going to put her house in our yard. Yeah well…….that didn’t quite happen. Her yard is two hours away!
I am not complaining, I’m just crying. Big difference.
So as I sit in my extremely quiet kitchen after a weekend full of laughter, love and memories, I remember some of the intimate conversations Bailey and I’ve had over the years.
I remember them with deep, deep gratitude. She is an amazing young lady.
The honor I have of being Bailey’s mother overwhelms me. I feel the same about her brother and sister, but there’s something about the baby. Of the family.
Bailey was suppose to stay our baby. You know, the one you hold onto because the older ones gave you no choice…….
But then comes someone like Morgan. God knew.
With that, I am at peace even as the tears flow. Though my heart aches for another intimate conversation with her, I would much rather she be having them with Morgan. It really is the way it’s suppose to be.
To leave and cleave.
Bailey and Morgan are free spirits. They both love to travel.
Love coffee shops.
It will be fun watching where God takes them.
AND…..when they decide to come visit, the sheets will be clean, the meals will be cooked and the family will all be here waiting….waiting to enjoy what we love most…….one another.