He tends to see a job or event as a challenge and begins to plan for it. Over the past few days I have watched as she and he have discussed table rounds, linens, centerpieces, flowers, cakes, and all sorts of wedding paraphernalia. They've stood with their heads together, comparing renting versus buying, the proper placement of whatnot, and so forth and so on.
As they've drawn closer together, I feel further apart.
Because while he sees her wedding as something to tackle, I see her this way...
Still my baby girl.
And I realize that a chapter of parenthood is closing.
While I am excited for her, my heart longs for the little girl who wants to be sung to sleep, read to, comforted...
It's times like these when I think we should of had ten or twelve children...
(this whole feeling was re-emphasized last night as I sat in a parking lot at midnight, watching a young man walk toward my car. As he got closer, with his dress shirt untucked, his tie taken off and a swagger in his step, I realized that someone had snatched up my baby boy and replaced him with this person. Then, in the car on the way home, listening to him mention a certain young lady several times, it dawned on me that his transition is almost complete as well.)