Right Call

I was going to fly. That was my first plan. I’d help kiddo move with the kiddo car and fly back home. Efficient, right?

I don’t mind flying. I find solace in driving. Driving has been my safe thinking/feeling/hiding space pretty much since I turned 16. It found new dimensions as I grew older. And this time, leaving my grown up baby states away, a drive sounded so much better – time to feel things, cry without care, pray, and sing at the top of my lungs.

Tonight I am thankful for a long drive today. I stopped to play in the mountains. I put the windows down and enjoyed the sunshine and fresh air. I cried off and on repeatedly. I thanked God for the extreme privilege I have had of being a Momma to my kiddos. And I thanked God for the privilege of being a Momma to grown up kiddos and all that is to come on this part of our journey.