Well, I made it through the weekend...they're gone. All packed up and moved out. I have to admit my life feels a little like this today...
I did really well as we helped them pack up and then unload. I only allowed myself tears after they left. Their new apartment is nice, the neighborhood is safe, they are excited and happy, so my head knows it's time but my heart...my heart is a different matter.
I know it will catch up. I have given myself a day of dramatic sighing and sadness but tomorrow when I start dreaming of this new life with time to myself and uninterrupted time with my hubby I know the color and joy will return.
My six year old grandson's parting words to me were, "It's kind of hard to move." Yes, Andrew it is kind of hard to move but change is a necessary and exciting part of life. And we will both be just fine.