A season filled with lasts.

In December while Kevin was in town, we heard a sermon about the quintessential "For Everything There is a Season" message, but with a different twist. Afterwards, we were talking about what season we were in and I distinctly remember his response, "I'm in a season of wait." With us each in different seasons of life and eventually being joined together in a whole new season, I've realized that mine has recently come exactly how I thought it would;

a "time to plant and a time to uproot," 

a "time to weep and a time to laugh."

Looking back now, it's so crazy to see how I was so unaware of all the loaded emotions in December that this season of life would carry with it, yet somehow I pinpointed it exactly.

I feel so incredibly 'uprooted.'
And oh my lanta, I have never 'weeped' so much.

With these realizations I've come to acknowledge that this season is filled with lasts. Last memories, last times, last moments. I'm starting to find myself thinking, "well this will be that last time we..." or "that will be the last time I..."

I don't really know how to feel about that.

last spring on this beautiful campus

last drives through the little center of town to the barn