The End?

Ruth came home from school yesterday with just the slightest pout in her bottom lip. She was sad that she had come to the end of Kindergarten, the end of seeing her friends, the end of living in our house, the end of living in Austin. Endings are hard. I know. I have felt that sadness, too. But there never was an ending that there wasn't also a beginning. And that's where we are today. The beginning of something new, something different, something exciting. And eventually we'll get to the end of this phase of life and be at another beginning. And, really, that's a beautiful way to live, if you ask me.