A few years ago…but just a blink in my eyes…our oldest daughter was preparing to be married. I visited her in Colorado, where she had been living for a few months. We went to see Mama Mia! at the theater…and I loved the movie. I haven’t seen the new release, but I’m very excited to. ABBA was a favorite singing group of mine, back in the day. I loved their songs, and I thought the movie did a great job of capturing ABBA’s songs. Not to mention the actors singing the songs, and doing a pretty good job, I thought.

I’ve shared a song from that movie. I’ve always loved it…one of my favorites. But watching that movie with our oldest daughter, and hearing that song was difficult. Thankfully the theater was dark! I don’t cry often, and I’ve never been one to want to share my tears. But sometimes they just have to fall.

With every daughter that has married over the years, and every child that has left for college, this song has come to mind. My life was spent with my children, every day, all day for so many years. And it’s hard to let go!

I really do wish them the best. They are starting to scatter. Families of their own, houses being bought, far from ours, and grandchildren growing up so fast with me working full-time. I want to push the pause button, and savor the times I was drowning, (I thought) , it days of cooking and laundry. Constant children chatter, and battles among siblings ruled my days, and I wished them to hurry… at the time. Now I would like to replay them, late at night, in the dark, when no one can see my tears of missing them all so much.


You’re all Slipping Through My Fingers…but always in my heart. Much love to my five babies!

Oldest daughter’s wedding.

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