Monday, September 3, 2007

reprint...

I am the oldest child of four.


My husband is the oldest child of four.


When the first of our four children started moving onward and outward we had mixed feelings. 


Granted, the first moves weren't very far or for very long. Everyone knew they'd be back in 6 or 8 months; whenever their particular stint of school or travel was ended.


And then came the fall that the oldest left for a year in Switzerland.


That changed everything.


We and she knew that things would never be the same again.


And they haven't.

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