I have been seriously contemplating when I got old enough to be an empty-nester.
My baby girl is moving 130 miles away.
Makes me a little sentimental and a whole lot sappy.
I don't feel old enough to be one of those people that only get to see their children when you go to their town or holidays or weddings or anniversaries or funerals. But as of tomorrow, only one of our five will live in the immediate area.
I don't feel old enough to have grey hair and rheumatoid arthritis.
I am not afraid to say that I am 43 years old and that I will be 44 in April.
I don't feel old enough to be in charge of taking care of my mother-in-law.
I have been married for 20 1/3 years. Sometimes I think about that. It really seems like I have been married for less time than that.
I really like my husband. I know that seems kind of silly. Let me explain. I certainly love my hubby with all my heart, no question. But I really like him. If I weren't married to him, I would definitely have him as my friend. He is level-headed he has a kinder soul than I do.
I guess that what I am getting to is that I am sad to see my baby girl move, but I know that I will be okay. I am glad that Rick will be here to see me through it.
Have a great day.