When you have kids, you have this idea that there is a beginning and a sort of end to parenting. You spend lots of years raising them and then they go off and finish the job themselves. Well at least that's what I thought. Not so! Two beautiful daughters; I'd take a bullet in the face for either one of them; still it would be nice to feel like I had gotten to the point of a 'job well done'.
There are times when it feels close, Shannon's marriage, the first three times Sarah moved out. A teasing taste of real freedom. Things are looking up I guess. At least I can bike/run/swim without having to get a babysitter. It's a start..
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