About 3 1/2 months ago, I dropped off my oldest daughter for her first year of college. As much as I thought that I had prepared for that milestone moment, I quickly discovered that nothing could have prepared me for the void her departure left in my heart and in our home. While we all have gotten accustomed to our not so new normal, it still doesn’t feel quite the same without her.
It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I can attest to the validity of that statement. Although I thought it impossible, as I have watched her become more independent and mature, my love for her has indeed grown. Despite the distance and newfound freedom, though, she still needs her mom.
As I welcomed her home for Thanksgiving break this evening, I was filled a profound sense of gratitude. For her safe return home. For how much she has both changed and remained the same. For being able to hug and kiss her. For being able to joke around with her. For being able to see her reunited with her younger sister. For having her home for one of my favorite holidays. For still being needed.
We may be getting ready to celebrate Thanksgiving, but her return home, a day earlier than expected at that, made it feel like Christmas came early. Welcome home, my girl!
Just one thing each day. . .
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