The First of the Last

It keeps happening...a first that is going to be a last. Each time it happens I think about it way too much. How can a first be a last?

The first volleyball game of her last high school season. The first day of her last year of high school. The first day of basketball practice of her senior year. The first of the last... There is a whole year ahead of those. 

Really, these happen all of the time. The senior year of your last child at home though, those are the tough ones. It really doesn't seem possible. It was just a few years ago our first child graduated from high school and we went through all of the the "first of the lasts." Funny how different it is when you know there will be no children left at home.

So we won't be the first or the last empty nesters. We will just join a group of people that have already gone through this part of their life. 

For now, I will enjoy every first of the last that comes our way...and hope that time will just slow down a little!