Scenes

Our lives are like scenes in a play, yet we get only a portion of the script at a time. We don't get to see the next scene, we don't get to see the outcome. We never get to rehearse. Yesterday, I was handed my next scene, it was packing up Emily's things in a Hertz truck, praying over her and Evan, hugging them goodbye, shedding tears, and watching them turn the corner, heading to California. It was the second hardest scene I have ever had to perform in my life. It is amazing to me how full of joy and excitement my heart was for them and their new adventure, yet how my heart was so aching at the same time. I reckon that is part of motherhood.


Before Mr. and Mrs. Cofer left, they opened their wedding presents. We all oo-ed and ah-ed, and laughed as they tore open the gifts.

They received some wonderful things. Note the mound of wrappings. I will be making a trip to the dump today.

After that scene came the moving of boxes to the truck. It dawned on me as we were making trips back and forth, that it was exactly one year since Em and I had moved into our home. Who knew at that time the script was already written that she a year later would be married and moving to her 'first' home? I helped haul out boxes, then got in the truck with Evan to help stack. How many times have I done that in my life? And yet, this time I would be staying. It was rather surreal.

The last scene was praying over my children for safety and protection, something Dale would have done. We hugged, kissed and wept. I held my baby tight, holding back the deep sobs, and told her I loved her. My niece and I walked them to the truck, gave the usual family parting; 'Have fun storming the castle!', ' Do you think it will work?', 'It would take a miracle.',
'Goodbye!' We waved them down the road, and watched them turn the corner out of sight.
My precious niece, held me, asked if I would be okay, told me she loved me, and headed home. I walked inside, sat on the couch, and wept. End of scene.

I will miss Em, a lot. She is not only my daughter, but a good friend. We have been through a lot together in these past 2 years. I will miss her company and companionship. Yet, I rejoice in her rejoicing. The excitement of being a new wife. Anticipating setting up your own home, with your own things about you. She will be a wonderful wife. She and Evan couldn't be more perfect for each other. This is what I have raised her to be. I will miss her, but the train does goes to California, I am saving my pennies.

Blessings to you two. May the joy of today, fill your hearts always. And don't forget to write!