It’s dark now, the kids have gone. As I look around the room, remnants remain of evidence they came ~ toys lay on the floor that won’t be played with anymore. Kids grow, they move away, but now and then they come again.
The rooms lighten up again with laughter and busyness. Toys are brought out for grandbabies to play, the giggles are delightful.
Time is up, bags are packed and off they go again ~ taking with them our hugs and well wishes.
If only kids could stay, but they’ve grown and must go on their way to the adult life they’ve made. We smile with pride and say good-bye as our Love goes out the door.
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