Had the missionaries over for dinner tonight.
It was great!
And I'm not just talking about the steak & potatoes.
But it was sad.
It was glimpsing my future --
Looking at my boys sitting across from someone else's boys. . . . .
Not sure I can handle letting mine go one day.
But I will.
Until then I'll hold them a little closer,
While I can.
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We work so hard to get those baby boys grown and out on missions, and then, when they leave, we cry and cry....
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