Sunday morning...

Today I will be preparing for my first-born to come home for a week long visit. He's coming home on Friday and I can hardly wait.

Every day I go along with daily life thinking about him often...wondering how he's doing, if he's eating well, getting enough rest, hoping he's happy. And every once in a while it hits me, hard, just how much I miss him.

It's so strange that he's off at college, doing his thing, living his life...I'm so proud of him, so glad he's doing well. But so sad at the same time, that as he grows up, as both of the boys grow up, my life changes, my role changes, I change. I'm trying to embrace it. But, I'm not sure I'm doing a very good job.

Even still, I need to be ready for him...so today I will wash sheets, change his bed, tidy his room and get ready to welcome him home. I think that constitutes as a Sunday well spent.

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,

    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8