I recall when I left home at the tender age of sixteen...marrying the love of my life, the boy next door...my mom knew she might as well give consent...we were determined. We had known each other all our lives, were friends and then began dating, my family grew up with his family, my grandparents grew up with his grandparents, so he wasn't a stranger. We lived close to both his parents and my mom...I finished school, while he was working. I couldn't understand the grief that my mother felt, not until my first born married at the tender age of nineteen! But the good news is that I am still married to the love of my life, we have grandchildren, our families are still good friends, we all go to church together and live within a few miles of each other, my son and his wife are still married and happy! Great write, allowed me a trip down memory lane...enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.

I remember leaving home when I was 19, and had been working for a while until I had enough to find my own place. My first apartment was a one room studio, and it was a good thing I knew how to cook. LOL. Thank you Bill for sharing this with us.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANYU WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), sister Barbie

There's something very unsettling about birds who are scatty and messy when it comes to nest-building... it seems to ruffle our feathers of inner peace and propriety, as if a forewarning of ill-abode. This is a great and concise write in which your few choice words and metaphor, coupled with the "twiggy" style all adds to that feeling of "not quite right" and "not as it should be"... either that or I've got a clothes label scratching the back of my neck! :)) Well done, Bill. Can soooooooooo relate to this, sadly. TY Kate xx

the never ending story of life...
it happens before you think of it

deep and meaningful writing...

peace,
dan

The 'nest' needs time to gather its bedding.. the foundation to hold its fledglings. Sometimes the buidling is too hurried and the 'nest' never holds what it should.. Great analogy, my friend!

M