As I dropped my older boys off for their first day of school I was trying to grip with the reality that summer was indeed over and a new chapter is beginning. While we moms chatted I kept hearing the same theme reechoed; time goes by so fast, where did the summer go, it seems like summer just started, how are they back to school already. We all gave our last hug and farewell, fighting back the emotions and a few tears hoping no one would notice. Of course, our kiddos walked forward with confidence, not even looking back.
Moving halfway across the country with no relatives and only a framework of a community, my 24-year-old heart didn’t realize just how much it would ache and long to be near family once the excitement of my new adventure waned.
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