The invitation arrives when you least expect it, folded neatly like fresh towels warm from the dryer and wraps, unexpectedly, around your heart. The invitation reads something like this:
You are cordially invited to a party. An After Party.
Your children are growing up. They’re heading out of the nest and all those years of love and sacrifice, cooking and cleaning, disciplining and discipling–are coming to an unceremonious end. This is your invitation to Act 2.