Yesterday our oldest daughter turned 18. All week as I have thought about her birthday, I have also been thinking how quickly she will be leaving. Another few months and she will be away at college. That, and maybe the new medicine I'm on, has made me a little melancholy. I can actually feel the apron strings in my heart being pulled to the breaking point.
I guess I got used to boys leaving, but now our first girl will soon leave the nest. I almost can't bear to think about when the girls were little. It was such a precious time. I think girls are easier than boys when they are young and having four young daughters was magical. Now, all but the youngest are teenagers and I can see her growing up right before my eyes.
Of course, I 'm glad that they are maturing and progressing. I wouldn't have it any other way. Only it's bittersweet.
