Baby birds always leave the nest

Fifteen minutes ago, the pickup truck containing my son and all of his things backed out of the driveway.  It was 11:50 PM on June 12th and I watched my first baby leave my nest.  Tonight, he'll sleep in his very own apartment for the first time.   

As I waved goodbye and came back into the house, I paused to look at the bird nest in our wreath on the front door.  It's empty again.  The babies that were tiny just two weeks ago grew up and left home.  It made me wonder if their mother was proud of them but just a little bit sad too.

Good luck, my darling baby.  You know our home will always be your home too.