The children have begun their second week of school. And my house is silent. It's going to take some getting used to.
On the first day of school last week, after I dropped the children off and returned home, I went into my bathroom to get ready for the day. Once I had dried my hair, I walked to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. As I was finishing and heading back to my bathroom, I expected my little son to trail along behind me with an endless barrage of verbage. And he didn't. And I wondered, "where is that little son of mine? He is being so quiet." And then I remembered.
I don't think I like that my children are all in school. I spent 9 years waiting for the day all of them would be in school, and now that this day has arrived, I realize that I am closing the book on a story that I wish would go on forever. And I hate to see a good story come to an end.
We had a magical summer! It was full of trips, and exploring, and ice cream cones, and lazy days, and crafts, and swimming, and movies, and play, and dress-ups, and books, and rodeos, and mountains, and games, and friends, and naps, and family, and fun!
And now, I'm starting a new book- the one where my children are growing up and I can't stop it. And it looks like this book has lots of chapters- just like the last one. I think this book is going to take a little time to get into, but I'm confident I'll enjoy it.
For now, I'll set the volume I just finished up on the shelf and feel blessed that I had the chance to experience it.
I'm so glad there are sequels.