We’ve been empty nesters for one week. We’ve been working towards it for a while as our twenty-year-old son has been growing more and more independant (read: spending less and less time at home). It is official now, though; he has his own apartment, one he’s sharing with another member of The Access (the band they’re both in - I hear they have a MySpace page, if you’re interested).

We’ve been making a few adjustments since he left. It will not surprise any woman to learn that I’ve taken over his old closet. I took great pleasure in moving all of our winter clothing, as well as things we seldom (or never) wear, out of our way. Finally, after all these years, you can really see what we have in our closet. LOL! We’ve begun moving other things into his room too, though not much. He still has too much in there himself and we’re waiting until he has a chance to take more before we clutter the room up so much that he can’t see what’s his.

It’s been okay. Really, my one concern was that we would never talk. He’s always been the one who took time to talk to his mother, to swing open my office door and start with, "Okay, so…" While I wasn’t overly concerned about missing him in general, because he’s already been away from the house so much, I knew I would miss this specifically. But I’m not, or not so much, because he’s still talking to me. He called me on his lunch break today. We spent an hour on the phone the other evening. We’re still fellowshipping, and that is very cool.

Yeah, I know I’ve only had a week of it, but so far it’s all been good.

Celebrating Jesus!
Tammy C