This is it. . .

When will the tears stop? I am so overcome with emotion I can hardly see straight. It all started last Monday when Gracie’s teachers put up the “yearbook” style bulletin board (see photo). At that moment, it struck me. . .this is it! We will not walk these halls, see these same faces or be in the classroom that took Gracie from baby to big girl. This is it. Regrettably, it is the end of a season that I have so often wished away. The last 5 years have been the most incredible time of my life. The opportunity to watch the child that grew in my womb turn in to a loving, kind, smart young lady has been truly priceless. We have had good times and bad, but every day was a blessing. In three months, my constant companion will be moving on. I will not have her shining face and silly songs to “drive me nuts”, nor will I have that soft, tiny hand in mine every time I go to the store. How do mothers do this? I don’t know that I can let go. I feel like my heart is ripping it two! I have so many regrets. Why didn’t I stop and play more? Why were silly little things such a big deal? The time has passed and I can’t get it back. . .Oh, dear Jesus, please do not let me miss one single moment this summer. Let me cherish each second. . .this is it.