She is off. We put Kay, our oldest onto the bus, the very bus that carried her away from us. Six and a half hours away by vehicle. Away from us for three whole weeks. Sheesh that was hard.
I was ok until we actually had to walk her toward the bus and then it started. The tight throat, trying to hold the tears back. Even though in my head and heart I know this is going to be an awesome thing for her and she will come back changed, it was the hardest thing letting her get on that bus. So I went to the van and cried. And cried.
At this point, we thought a Starbuck's before heading home was definitely in order. My youngest, Tia, who's 12, was very much hoping to run into a certain Canadian Idol who's home town we were in, so she could get his autograph. Alas, he did not come into Starbuck's for a coffee. We kept our eyes peeled but no show. Maybe when we pick up Kay from the bus depot in 3 weeks she might have better luck.
God has taken care of keeping me very busy in the next few weeks. This will sure help in the missing Kay department. I started a new little guy in dayhome this week, so I'm going to be hopping. It's always a little extra work when a new little one starts. They are unsure, hesitant to just jump in and play with the others. They need help with the routines of the day and the rules that are in place. Then the middle week of the month is my maintenance week where the children don't come, but I'm still ultra busy doing things like painting, re-organizing, purging things that are not used or looking like they've seen better days. (I can see my friend Laura clapping her hands in glee!). And of course, I still have my other two that will I will be taxi-ing and amusing. Hopefully before I know it, the 3 weeks will be up and we'll be picking her up from the bus and she'll be telling us story after story of how God moved among them and everything she learned.