On Saturday morning, BoBo drove off in a car full of his worldly possessions — including, but not limited to, his gal and his pup. They drove across the country, sending text messages every so often to update me on their progress.
Less than 12 hours from push-back, they were in Kingman, AZ. The following morning, they checked in just outside of New Mexico. A little later, I received a message saying “Grand Canyon is awesome.”
I must admit, I was getting a little jealous of their adventure for a cross-country drive with someone special AND visiting the Grand Canyon are two very important items on my Bucket List. After spending the night in Oaklahoma City, the following morning they checked in just outside of Arkansas. Or was it visa verse? I’m all mixed up. Anyway, it was just before the clock struck midnight, when I received another text message noting that they had arrived safely in Georgia.
For that, I am so grateful.
Back at home, I look at his empty room. It is clean…and empty! I think about the past many years: The good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Once more, I am so very grateful.
It really doesn’t matter how you look at, really. Empty or full, my next is half of what it was. Some days, I am completely filled up by the thought of my firstborn getting on with life. It’s amazing. I text him to send me a picture of his first day in his new apartment. For the scrapbook? It’s kind of like the first day of school.
Other days, I feel a little empty. I wonder how he grew up so quickly. How? How did this happen?
Then, I look at my youngest. With his 13th Birthday less than a week away, I realize that it won’t be long before YaYa is packing up too. Then, there will be no more wondering if it is indeed half full or half empty. Surely I will know. It will be completely empty. And…I think I will be completely full.
At least, I hope so.