I'm crying because...There Goes My Everything...

I get emotional at the weirdest times. Sitting at my table or working in my yard and I just begin to cry. Ridiculous. "Where did that come from?" My middle son graduates in six weeks, my big son is far away from me and my little one...isn't little anymore and drives me around.

"Why are you crying again?" my husband asks. "Cause I am ...o.k." is my standard answer.

Why am I crying?

I'm crying because I love and treasure these three babies of mine. Sometimes my joy, pride and love just spills out. I'm blessed beyond measure.

I'm crying because I don't know what to do with this tide of feelings. Proud. Happy. Head held high. Knowing that my boys are hard workers, love learning, are thoughtful leaders and love their mama!

I'm crying because I miss holding them. Because at the strangest times I want to touch them and just make sure we are connected and they are good.

I'm crying because I was a stupid young mom. I wasted time and energy on things that didn't amount to a hill of beans.

I'm crying because of a deep longing that I have for my boys to serve God, to find a wife who adores them and to follow the calling of their lives. I want the world for them.

I'm crying because I'm feeling sorry for myself and old. And I'm not even pms-ing.

I'm crying because....Cause I am!

I'm crying because...

"There goes my life. There goes my future, my everything."

Kenny Chesney sings this song just for me.

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