tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post8086722637236954448..comments2024-03-23T20:59:45.060-05:00Comments on Mid-Life Thoughts from Bob: Another transitionBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15978016568840318921noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-66861816921761802002009-08-12T18:09:08.399-05:002009-08-12T18:09:08.399-05:00Oh. And now you've made me cry. Again.Oh. And now you've made me cry. Again.Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-77713994879684582632009-08-08T07:55:24.724-05:002009-08-08T07:55:24.724-05:00You bet, Debbie. I'm praying for you.
Maggie...You bet, Debbie. I'm praying for you.<br /><br />Maggie's move-in is now done and it was most of what you described -- hot as all get out (duh . . . we were in Alabama in August), a hand truck that had a wheel fall off, hundreds of girls squealing as they saw each other, loads and loads of stuff (it's sooooo different with girls). And yet . . . as the morning progressed and we were getting done and I was about to meet that goal of being out of there by noon . . . there was the sudden realization, as if it had only just dawned on me, that I would be leaving her again. So I said, "Sweetie, let me go to Wal- Mart for you."<br /><br />And I called her from Wal-Mart and said, "Sweetie, let me take you to lunch." And at lunch I asked her if there wasn't something else I could do for her and I kept prolonging it way past my original departure goal.<br /><br />And I let her out of the car again, with a quick hug and kiss, and watched her walk away again, and my heart fluttered and my throat constricted and I wiped away tears as I drove away . . . again. And oh God, how I miss her, again.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15978016568840318921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-4754046485132314742009-08-08T05:23:45.114-05:002009-08-08T05:23:45.114-05:00I will be praying for you, Bob. I find it hard to ...I will be praying for you, Bob. I find it hard to be patient and wise when I'm hauling a loveseat up a stairwell. (Do you ever notice that move in day is always hot as heck, with high humidity? Why is this?) And box after box of books and clothing, and bedding, a microwave, the little refrigerator, the stereo, TV, DVD player. Oh, and we can't forget the DVD collection, and the... Oh, dear. I've begun to sweat. And I am getting cranky. Okay. Here's the deal. I'll pray for you now if you pray for me next weekend...Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-8103244004218697792009-08-04T19:00:01.341-05:002009-08-04T19:00:01.341-05:00Whew! Thinking about you, Bob!
School starts her...Whew! Thinking about you, Bob!<br /><br />School starts here on the 24, with pre-school schedule pickups slated for the 13th and 14th. Also, meet-the-teacher for Sam on th e 21st. Somewhere in that week there will also be a time Trish and I can take Connor for a dry run at his middle school.<br /><br />*Sigh*<br /><br />Going to be a rough start for both boys, I fear.<br /><br />Sam is currently in Day Treatment at Children's and not doing very well. Lots of med changes taking place. <br /><br />Sending up lots of prayers.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133743056974995270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-73646894092279371262009-08-04T09:49:42.324-05:002009-08-04T09:49:42.324-05:00Lifting up prayers as I read this... and wishing ...Lifting up prayers as I read this... and wishing your daughter a good year a school.<br /><br />We're in the "getting last minute things done" phase before the middle child heads back. The younger is all set to go and pretty much doesn't require much assistance from me. The oldest is on the other side of that coin, getting her own ready for school to start. (she'll be a second grader at Yocum!)Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00859017153454691633noreply@blogger.com