When your children grow up and create their own lives, opportunities to be together become more and more rare.
This is especially apparent to me this morning. You see there's a teardrop in my heart as our youngest daughter and her hubby prepare to move away.
We've been doing this as a family, for the past 15 years...moving apart, coming back together...moving apart, coming back together. This last reunion was wonderful, three fabulous years when we all lived in the same city, but as Life has a habit of doing, she brought her sister Change to our doorstep yet again.
So we will deal with the separation, the long-distance phone bills, the mad-dash, last-minute flight arrangements...and in the meanwhile, I will savour this wonderful day when we all sleep under one roof, under my roof, and I get to hold them all.