I am grateful for the time we had. Fifteen hours together. We packed in everything we could.
We talked (a lot!).
We celebrated a few birthdays.
We talked some more and laughed some more.
We learned about the new park where Ryan will be working soon.
We slept (a little!).
We had breakfast together.
We bid good-bye...again, as he left with a dear friend to travel to the wedding of another dear friend.
And then it was time for the tears.
And for Ron and I to travel back over the years to the time and place when Ryan was a little blonde-haired boy who loved teddy bears and dug foxholes and hid his broccoli and was a daily part of our world.
Does it ever get easier? To say good-bye to your "baby" as he makes his way halfway across the country where his home is now, knowing that in a few weeks he and Sarah and the little girls will be moving even further away?
Well, today is a new day, and I will choose to take comfort in the fact that "the steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord." I truly would not want Ryan and "his girls" to be anywhere that is not in the hollow of His hand.
"His mercies are new every morning. Great is Thy faithfulness. "