Tomorrow I drop my two older girls off for their first time away from me. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm excited for them. It's an adventure they have been waiting for, but I'm going to be lost without them!
They are attending a Journey to the Heart retreat. It's going to be an amazing time in the Word of God alongside other young ladies. They will build friendships and make memories that will last a lifetime.
But back to me. Ten days? Yes, ten days. I pray they are not prone to homesickness (like I always was growing up) but rather they are able to enjoy their time there. I, however, may be a different story. I'm incredibly excited about having some undivided time to give Amy. We have lots to do now that we've moved and we have some of her school work to finish up. We are also spending a weekend in Kentucky with Grandma and Grandpa.
I'm keeping a stiff upper lip and will go through with the drop-off plan tomorrow, but just know, I'm struggling on the inside. I love my girls and have never spent a day away from them. It's going to be an adjustment! If only they weren't so stinking pleasant!
If you think about it, please pray for us. Safety for them and for me to not go crazy. Pretty much could pray that for us anyday...