Goodbye Mama

I never want to take the ordinary for granted.



This is my going away party when I leave. I hear a lot of the following:

"Good-bye Mama! Where are you going? Can I come with you? When will you be back?" Love. Love you. "

Everytime I pull out of the drive way and they are waving and yelling "Good-bye", I am always a little sad that someday this darling scene of them standing on the porch will never be again. I love it. I love looking through the passenger window to see them.