September 11, 2023
A day of remembrance. A day of memories. A day to honor the sacrifice of what has gone before.
So to some degree, it is very fitting that it is today that I realize that next January, I will no longer have a child in nursery for the first time in over a quarter of a century. I deliberately chose that way of putting it because it is significant that for the last 25 years I have taken my baby to Nursery to week after week, entrusting them to the care of so many wonderful servants of God. For 25 years I have had sweet little papers with sticky, scribbled manifestations of toddler-ness. For 25 years I have been on call to change diapers, be a substitute or be mindful to end those luxurious sister conversations early enough to free the nursery leaders from their weekly stint.
Oh, my little ones. I love what you are growing into, but give me a moment to reflect and remember and even mourn.
