I was going to go swimming this evening but was too exhausted to make that happen. Dad and the boys went together and I went for a short walk. At this point in the countdown every day feels like a day needing to be utilized for more productivity. I called about my daughter’s dress. My mother-in-law wonderfully took the boys school shopping and bought the remaining of their everything shoes, shirts, and belt needs.

So everybody has all of their clothes now. When we were pulling away from Seward I had a moment of tearfulness thinking about all the years of organizing the kids’ clothes. Folding them and taking satisfaction in order. It was kind of like my final time doing that for him. They never did find dressers but there is a large walk-in closet to the side of the bedroom. The totes were uniform, the hangers the same color, the crates side by side.

There was room for everything which made me happy. But I haven’t really been all that emotional this time. We’ve been through that and don’t need to again. I was watching mother-son dances on YouTube in the comments a woman wrote how she didn’t want to be sentimental when her son got married. She wanted just to purely be happy for her son. That resonated for me. I can’t imagine I won’t cry at some point but that’s okay.

I’m trying not to be too terribly vocal that I’m ready for these things to move on and be over. The camp things. The wedding. I’m familiar with the myth of getting back to a normal but it will be nice to potentially have more time and space in our lives. I am practicing the art of one day at a time and there is contentment to be found in that practice. I really haven’t had that much to say all these years but these paragraphs help.