Home Sweet Home – part 2 known as part empty nest syndrome!

I found this poem on the “interweb”. It pretty much sums the last week or so.

Although she is moving out

She'll never be far away

She'll always live here with me
In my heart each day

Hopefully I taught her
The right things along the way
To help her make the right decisions
Each and every day

It's so very hard to let her go
But I know that I must
I have so much faith in her
And a world of trust

I know she's smart enough
To make it on her own (with Mark)
It's hard to admit
My little girl has finally grown

I hope she knows in her heart
Just how much I care
Because every time she needed me
I always tried to be there

I hope she knows if life gets tough
And she should need a friend
That she can always count on me
Until the very end

It's never very easy
Watching someone you love leave
I know that I must be strong
But silently I'll grieve

Someone who's been around
Morning, noon and night
No longer having her here
Just will not seem right

But she knows I love her
With all of my heart
And it's that love
That will never let us part

And so we packed up ALL of Lucy’s belongings last Friday , it took a whole day – all for one room. 

We laughed a lot, sometimes uncontrollably – and then sometimes we both cried - uncontrollably.  We both know that she wants to go, and we know that she will be so happy in her new house with Mark. So as MOTB, I salute  my beautiful daughter and her husband to be, as they start the next phase of their lives together. 

Lucy did warn Richard that once she’d gone, he should prepare to be smothered for a while! As if....

The move weekend was spent with various family members helping both Lucy and Mark out – from electrical jobs to gardening, to washing pots and pans and putting curtains up. There was a time on Sunday when I looked around – Mark was assembling a wooden table, John – Mark’s dad was tackling the overgrown garden, my Neil was hanging pictures (with his trusty spirit level ) Avril, Mark’s Mum was washing china before putting it away in kitchen cupboards, Lucy and I were threading curtain hooks in to the freshly washed curtains ( mended by Granny) – and I felt a real sense of family. Neil’s Mum and Dad had offered to host a buffet tea so we could all get on and look forward later to tea waiting for us. Everyone supporting the “young ones” to set up their first home together. 

Mind you, I have to say while I had thought in my head while moving Lucy’s stuff out on Friday, and them emptying it out again that I for one will NEVER move house ( god willing) 

Mark actually said out loud “ I am never moving AGAIN”. And we all paused and agreed, the moments silence only broken by the temporary clothes rail upstairs crumpling under the weight of Lucy’s clothes collection.....Such fun.