Short post, for posting's sake.

This has got to be the longest September I have ever lived.  Trip out of town, wedding, reception, and an early morning to drop off my newlywed daughter and son-in-law to the airport.  It was surreal watching them walk into the airport.  One of those moments in life when you know things have changed.  I always call it passing the torch.  Its the times when you distinctly realize that you have now taken on a new role, OR someone close to you has taken on a new role, or both.  When my grandson was born, my daughter became the mother, I became the grandma, and my mom became the great-grandma.  We all passed a torch and received one.

I am excited for their new adventure, moving to a new state and establishing a new home.  Their home.  Not just the building, the whole heartbeat that will become what my grandson will always know and refer to as home.  I will miss Moose (grandson) a great deal when they go, and a few people have asked if I was 'freaking out', or sad.  I do have some of those feelings, but I have more feelings of pride, and the excitement that comes from knowing you're about to embark on a new adventure.

Some are really melancholy when a torch passes.  For me life is one adventure after another, and it just keeps getting better the older I get.  My life is like fine wine, on to the next vintage. 

No wise cracks about my vintage either.  ;o)