This morning it hit me. I mean, really hit me.
Today my biggest baby was leaving home. Again.
As I grabbed a stack of cereal bowls to set out for breakfast, I cried.
As I picked out dresses for the littlest to wear to church, I cried.
I tried to reason with myself – compared my fleeting hurt to the enduring heartbreak of others – and I told my heart to shush.
And despite my aching heart, my kiddos managed to bring a big ol’ smile to my face.
If even just momentarily.
Tonight the tears fall, as they did this morning and this afternoon. I continue to try to reason with my heart… after all, I’m not sad for her. She has everything ahead of her — a career, marriage, a baby or three. Or ten. The entire world is at her fingertips.
But still. The tears.
Today, I’m sad for me. And the fact that, once again, half the United States will separate us.
Not the best day to give up coffee and chocolate.