Halfway Gone

I was talking to someone today about how my littles are eight, and how in a few months they’ll be nine. I hate when my kids reach nine. Because nine means they are halfway gone. They’ll have reached the halfway point of living in my home. Half of my parenting will be over (though, of course, you never really finish parenting). I’ll be sending them out into the big world on their own, hoping and praying that I gave them the skills they need to navigate it. Fortunately for me, Davis tells me he plans to move his wife into our home once he’s married (I’m sure she’ll be thrilled at this news!), and Ed and I can go live downstairs in...