On Sunday, our oldest daughter turned 18, and in the evening, once the elusive winter sun set, I took my son back to college, over the highways, through the cold and the dark and the settling frost. It is the second Sunday of Advent, and in the spirit of Advent’s waiting, I am waiting for the day when I can come to terms with how quickly our family has changed in the last four months.
As a parent who is becoming more keenly aware of the passing of time, this was good for my soul, Shawn. Open hands...
Thanks for reading, Sarah.