Good morning lovelies!
This morning I came upon this poem about children and it just settled real comfy cozy in my spirit as I think of my own, especially now that I’m in that empty nester season of my life where I had to learn that part of loving them was letting them go. And Gods gift back to me, is watching them use their wings that we helped to nurture and watch them fly! 
Love S
“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth…..”
Khalil Gibran
Jo Leonhardt
