We moved you out today. So few belongings for a lifetime in one house. But I’m sure I’ll be finding a few things left behind – some by accident, some on purpose.

  
It has been an emotional roller coaster since you asked your special girl to join the Mrs. McGarvey ranks. New car shopping & purchase, a month-long illness with overnight hospital stay, working 3 jobs while apartment hunting, then finding and getting approved for the perfect place. All while still being faithful to your ministry commitments and of course, planning a May wedding. You’ve done some major adulting recently. I’m very proud of you. 

But I’m pretty sure it’s only been a couple of days since I brought you home from the hospital. Wasn’t it just last week that we started homeschooling, learning to read and drum at the same time? So many memories in our little house on Thiher Drive. 

  
My life goal and greatest mission was to raise my sons to be mighty warriors for the Kingdom of God. I spent most of your growing up years as a stay at home mom, encouraging you to pursue your dreams and develop your talents. We prayed together, discussed the Scriptures and memorized a few too. Your dad and I tried to model a marriage based on respect, love and service to one another. I loved watching you play sports and music – and still do (though your baseball days seem to be behind you). I always wanted to be available to listen and give advice when asked, though I’m pretty sure I gave it quite often without your request. 

  
But today our relationship changes. No more glasses left on the coffee table or dirty clothes in the hamper. You are grown and out on your own – still my son, but no longer under my roof. 

  
You are going to be a great husband and eventually, a wonderful father. Your dad and I have prepared you as best we could and now we leave you in God’s hands. We will always be there for you but today you are a man and I’m excited to see what tomorrow may bring. Now, where’s that Kleenex?