But now God has called them away again - not to Africa, France or Israel, but just down the way to Florida.
I won't have them running in and out the door hundreds of times a day. No early morning walks with Kirsten and no Pete the dog digging holes in the yard.
We've been saying our good-byes in little pieces over the last few weeks. The kids wanted their picture taken with their favorite niece or nephew for a frame and love notes have been written and exchanged.
|"Sistas" at church|
|"camping out" in the basement|
Last night they packed their van and drove off into the night. The house is quiet and the grass will begin to grow back on the path. And I have loved every minute of our time together.
Good-bye McKenzies! I love you!