I'm having a bittersweet moment.  My youngest daughter, my Katiebaby, told me yesterday that she is moving out on December 1st.  (What is it about December?  Em moved out in Dec too).  Kate and Patrick are moving into a local apt complex (really local, across the street local). 

I'm happy for them.  I remember the excitement of our first apt.  In fact, Kate is moving into the same complex Pk and I moved into 28 yrs ago when we got married.  They will spend the next couple of weeks collecting things they'll need.

It's a little sad (for me).  Kate is 20 yrs old and an adult.  She's smart and practical and has a "good head on her shoulders" (my father's highest praise).  She is very creative and will take what they have and turn this blank box of an apt into a comfy living space.

(I'm not thinking too hard about the fact that this means I'll finally have a CRAFT ROOM.)

It's hard to watch the babies grow up.  When they learn to walk and walk away from you, it's just the beginning.  Then they go to school and there are other ideas and thoughts that they bring home.  Then they make friends and do things that you are not a part of .  They grow up and start buying things with their own money and wearing clothes that you haven't seen before.  It makes you proud that they are making their own choices but also just a tad sad that they are moving away and into their own world.  And you let them go with the hope that their world will overlap yours.  And sometimes there are tears and often there is laughter.  And always there is love.



"Where are you going, my little one, my little one?
Where are you going my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two,
Turn around and you're four.
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door."

(Malvina Reynolds - Harry Belafonte - Allen Greene)