I wish to make a life that feels right and true and joyful.
My boys are grown. One has already left the nest and the other is preparing to and I'm feeling like I never thought I would. I anticipated this day with pride knowing that I've prepared them and loved them the very best I could and knowing that they're both awesome young men who will go out into the world and make real contributions.
All my thoughts about this time in our lives revolved around them and making sure they were ready and excited about their futures. I forgot about me and my feelings.
I've come to understand why women have more children later in life. The looming quiet and empty rooms is more than a little unnerving. There won't be anymore babies around here until grandbabies come along and since Jon has put his foot (very) firmly down that there also won't be any more puppies around here I have to make a new life of my own.
I'm not sure what that means yet, but I'm open to what's coming next and more than willing to be shown my path.