Southern Essence

There’s a strange kind of ache that comes with watching your children grow up. Not the heartbreaking kind. Not sadness exactly. Just this quiet awareness that time is moving, whether you’re ready for it or not. Lately, I’ve been feeling it everywhere. In the way my oldest suddenly looks too grown carrying her own backpack across a parking lot. In the conversations that are becoming deeper, funnier, and somehow more mature overnight. In realizing elementary school is ending, m

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