Asher fell asleep in my arms tonight as I rocked him. I cried a little when Colin picked him up and carried him to bed. That may be the last time that happens...the last time I rock my baby to sleep, and I can hardly stand it.
I've heard it said that there are no endings only new beginnings, and this new beginning, a new season where there are no littles ones in my house has been harder than I anticipated.
Perhaps it means that I will have more time to devote to writing, which I love, but rarely get to do. Maybe that's the silver lining...but for tonight I'm feeling bittersweet about my kids growing up.