We had a wedding today. DeDe and I didn’t lose a son, we just gained another daughter.
It’s a bittersweet moment when your youngest child marries. There is a finality to it. We’ve had a partial empty nest for two years, but the nest became truly empty today at 10:00 am.
And that’s a good thing.
It’s as it’s supposed to be, and I’m happy.
I couldn’t have a selected a better wife for my son than Sara. (As well as Robin for Clay, and Amanda for Clint.)
And there are rewards for an empty nest. The reward is called “grandchildren.”
Here are our three grandsons (Jude, Noah, and Jack) performing a recital with concertmaster Britney Robinson.
The king is dead. Long live the king.
Life is good. Every stage of the journey is rewarding.