transition

That 'in between' period is a beast sometimes.

In childbirth, and in life.

Even good changes are painful,

especially for one not fond of change at all.

Tony and Kacy - with our blessing - have decided to tie the knot a little sooner than originally planned.

They figured I'd be perfectly fine with it, seeing as how I'm of the mindset,

that once you find the one with whom you'll spend your life,

you might as well just get on with it.

And I am perfectly fine with it.

Most of the time.

But those other times - those other times, I can't even breathe.

And liquid falls from my eyes, even though I tell it not to.

Those moments catch me completely unaware.

I knew Tony was packing Wednesday;

packing up his entire life into a few cardboard boxes.

And I was okay.

Really. I was.

Until Lily showed me the keychain he'd given her...

I was rinsing my little coffee pot,

just a little ritual I do several times a week, 

in preparation for my afternoon coffee and reading with my feet propped up,

while Lex' goes down for a nap,

when I saw Brandon walk by out of the corner of my eye. 

I heard him go up the ladder to his loft room.

The room that, after Thursday, will no longer be his brother's and his - will be his, alone.

And the tears fell.

I am happy for Ton'.

And I am just tickled with Kacy ~ she is so perfect for him!

And more importantly we feel like this is God's will.

But man!

Sometimes transition's a beast.