I walk with my girl at the edge of the earth where the ocean rolls in and out. There is the steady ebb and flow, just like my emotions of the last several days.
I’ve been on a couple of road trips. Both of them began with giddy anticipation. Both of them ended with a carload of empty bins. The college drop-offs are complete. A friend told me the truth about it: “It wasn’t just a journey of miles, it was also the journey of letting go.” Indeed there is something about driving away from a college campus that makes me feel like an old chapter ended just as a new one is beginning.
How have eighteen and twenty years gone by in the blink of an eye?
I find myself asking–“Did we do enough? Did we climb enough mountains and chase enough fireflies and make enough s’mores? Did we read enough stories and give enough hugs and say ‘I love you’ til we wore out the words?” At the end of the day, though, I must lay my head on my pillow and thank God for the “enough.”
So yes, there are the empty spaces at the table now, but there is also joy in what remains. We have just had the first day of school.
There will be soccer games and chem labs and band concerts. It feels different and a little bit “not right,” but it is still good. We will figure out the “new normal.” We will draw on the strength that comes from knowing that love is stronger than miles, and that love will always be enough.