A dark night of movement... a bit dramatic separation. Once, drying my tears I glanced up and saw mardis gras beads dangling form the trees and the telephone wires like colorful moss. Amazingly beautiful.
Brought me a ray of hope. This is truly a new beginning.
We took some of those Mardi Gras beads from the trees when we were on our honeymoon, and we hand them on our Christmas tree each year. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to leave your child thousands of miles away. I hope you will find plenty of other ways to fill the nest. *hugs*
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