A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Tomorrow my oldest daughter will leave this old house to embark on her new adventure. Her roots will now extend to her other home in New York.  Bags are packed, laundry is being finished one last time in this place. Tonight the sisters and a friend are paying homage to the local ice cream parlor for one last ice cream—where they split the scoop so you can get 2 flavors.

I went to the store yesterday and bought staples and sundries at Ohio prices rather than New York City’s. Those items are lined up on the table, waiting to find their places in the bags that will take the trip.

There is a sweetness to these days, when I see my daughter ready to once again spread her wings and take flight.  This will have been her last summer here; her apartment in Brooklyn will be her new home.   It warms my heart and being to see her make choices that guide her in her adult life.  She turned 21 this summer, and she is gliding toward her future, EYES. WIDE. OPEN.   And it is good.

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