Love Across the Distance: An Unbreakable Bond

If I had it my way, I’d keep my kids here forever—safe under my roof, within arm’s reach, where I could still hear their laughter echoing through the halls. But that’s not how life works. They’ve grown, they’ve spread their wings, and now they’re carving out their own paths.

My oldest is married now, living in a home of his own. My youngest is thriving in college, chasing dreams that once felt so far away. I couldn’t be prouder of them. But pride doesn’t stop the ache of an emptier house, the quiet that sometimes feels too quiet.

So, we’ve made changes—not just to adjust, but to embrace this new season. Our living room looks different now, our two electronic chairs front and center, a space just for us. The room that once belonged to our oldest is slowly transforming—fresh paint, new carpet, a den where new memories will be made.

But in the midst of all this change, one thing remains—our connection. The phone rings, and it’s my youngest, calling just to talk, just like always. The door opens, and there’s my oldest, stopping by at least once a week, reminding us that home will always be home.

They may not be here every day, but they are never far. And while this chapter looks different, it is still full—full of love, full of gratitude, full of the deep, unwavering bond that time and distance will never break. What change have you been through recently?