End of an Era

One season ends as another begins.

Photo by Etienne Girardet on Unsplash

As I hugged our two oldest grandkids goodbye yesterday, I held each a second longer.

They start school on Wednesday, with the youngest starting 4k. It marks the first time in over seven years that at least one of them isn’t spending the entire day with us.

Sure we are picking them up from school and spending an hour or two together before their parents pick them up.

Still, there won’t be all-day adventures into the dark forest or trips down to see the nearby sheep.

I'll be doing it alone when I run errands to the hardware store.

There won’t be anyone to share sourdough bread with or afternoon yogurt snacks.

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A new season

Seven years ago, I couldn’t have imagined how much my day would revolve around being a grandparent. It has become an essential element of my Ikigai.

Though it’s not over; it is going to be different.

With one season passing, another season begins.

I’m going to rejoice in the blessing of this new season and all the possibilities it brings…tomorrow.

Today I’m a little sad.

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