A Little Bereavement

Well, they're off.  Our summer is over.

And I am feeling bereaved at the loss.

Last night during family prayer, David blessed me especially "in this time of great transition."  I got a little misty at that.

Here are our last couple of undivided hours together:

As they climbed on the bus this morning, one of the other moms wielding a camera asked, "How was your summer?"

I said, "Short."  And then had to turn away for a minute.

It is as Thoreau says, "Short at the longest."