letter
As we close out the year here
at the Narro house, we are going
through tons of changes. Our
long-time
copy-editor/eldest
son just moved way out west ...
to Houston. It might as well be
China for me. We miss him.
While Jake will tell you himself
that he constantly asked Shayne
when he was going to move out,
I don’t think he realized how
traumatic the move actually
would be. We’re both feeling the
emptiness of this nest, but we’re
loving that he’s enjoying his big
boy job – and we’re double in
love with the big boy money that
we’re hoping steers him away
from what is left of ours!
The youngest son moved
the opposite direction. Now in
Mobile, Harris is a welder in
training, and he is also loving
his life in the paycheck world.
His twin Blane, now working full
time in the boutique world, the
perfect place for her, is in high
glam every day.
The
youngest
daughter
Olivia is working hard at LSU
to maintain her near 4.0 GPA. I
wish I could dive into her brain
and see all those gears circling.
Smart little one, she is.
And then there’s Alex. Our
oldest. The oldest daughter,
the oldest, period. She’s getting
married. And that means I’m
going to be a mother-in-law.
Wow.
Everyone calls her the “good
child.” She thinks Jake is the
most wonderful person who
ever walked the planet, and she
has loved me since about a year
after we met when she finally
understood I wasn’t there to steal
her daddy from her.
This child loves to her core.
Aaron Pool is a lucky man. He’s
also a golfer, and he’s played with
Shayne several times.
I’m happy for them. Sort
of. I’m looking forward to the
beautiful wedding they’ll have at
Carter Plantation, and I think we
are all going to have a great night.
But this wedding represents to
me what it does for all moms. It’s
the close of one chapter and the
opening of another.
My friend Carol Madere at
Southeastern told me once that
God gives us teenagers so we can
let them go. I have to say that our
children, for the most part, were
pretty easy, and letting them go
isn’t as easy as we thought.
And Aaron is a pretty cool
dude. I should be thrilled.
But there is a little something
inside me that still sees her in
the backseat riding home from
Disney World, jumping in the
backyard on the trampoline or
cuddled up with Jake watching
him cry through Brother Bear.
She can’t wait until Nov. 17.
She wants to be Mrs. Pool so
badly, and she’ll have that.
I want to put her on a plane
and fly her back to England
where we spent three summer
trips together. I want to color
pictures of dinosaurs and let her
fix my hair.
I want to tell her to shut up,
get in the car and go to church.
And like it.
Wasn’t that just yesterday that
I was doing that?
She has truly become one of
my dearest friends. So hear me
now, if she ain’t happy for the
rest of her life, I’m gonna ...
Amber
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