It’s six days before my son gets married and well, I have to admit …it has hit me. My firstborn is leaving our home and starting his own. Now don’t get me wrong, I am so very happy for him and I love his bride-to-be. They were meant to be together. It’s just I didn’t expect to become this weepy eyed mess while I was scanning photos for the reception video, or have a wave of emotion when I folded his underwear, or any of the other countless number of things that have triggered my tears. I have always been one of those parents who said that I couldn’t wait for my kids to move out and start their own lives. I still want that for them, I’m just not sure I am as ready for it as I thought I was!!!

This morning I watched as Brandon and Big D loaded some of Brandon’s things in a big truck, today is the day they move in to their new apartment, well, move their things. I still have him home for few more days! The closer it gets the more I reflect on the little boy I have nurtured and played with, helped with homework and suffered a many numb butt sitting on bleachers for love attending his  football, baseball and basketball games. But most of all, I look up to the man I had a hand in helping create, the thoughtful gentleman, who still says yes ma’am and sir, the man who takes his responsibilities serious and with pride accomplishes them. The man who will make a wonderful husband to his future wife and one day a loving and caring father to the cutest red headed kids ever!

Just another week to go & probably a few more sentimental posts, just bear with me folks! ;)