mom tears

The good kind.
The ones that happened when Gentry worked like crazy in soccer tryouts and made the high school team.  

The happy/sad kind when Drew sent me this pic with the birthday cake I sent him and he frosted. And I miss him like crazy, but feel so glad for him to be doing good things and having so much growth... 

 and catching a lot of bass.  (Because that's what you do in Mississippi). 

And lately, I have a lot of tears of gratitude. Like when our new home starts to come together, and I feel so very ready for this new start.

Moving day...less then three weeks away.