As I was setting the table for dinner tonight it struck me that our table is looking like this more and more often. No, we aren't eating tacos more frequently. Count the plates. Five. Not six. There is an empty spot more and more often as Sarah becomes busier and busier with school, work, lacrosse, and socializing. Really this has been increasing in frequency since high school began. Some nights it has annoyed me. Some nights it hasn't phased me. But tonight, it really hit me. An empty place. That will be empty more and more frequently. That may be empty semi-permanently after this Senior year of high school is complete. And only to be followed by more empty places. I felt a little empty inside. And I might have cried a little. I might still be crying a bit. As fun and exciting as it is to see your kids grow up, and learn, and become more independent, it is hard, too. And the hard is coming. All too soon.
