Monday was Terence’s brithday. By tradition we serve waffles, with a candle in the Birthday Boy’s. For some reason we didn’t. Change.

Tuesday Terence and Becky moved out of our house to an apartment north of Dallas. Two empty rooms in our house, two empty parking places in the driveway. We also moved out most of Rebecca’s furniture to the house where she and Joel will live. Change.

Wednesday we moved Rebecca’s piano. Is it the music leaving our house, or just the tune we’re used to? Change.

Thursday Sherry packed up the sewing machine and sergers. The wedding sewing is done. We need the table space for Friday’s rehearsal dinner. I planted flowers in the front of the house. Change.

It’s Friday, and the house is still littered with decorations for the wedding and reception. By afternoon they will be gone, replaced by the programs still churning off the computer. Change.

Saturday will come, God willing. At 2:00 p.m., our littlest daughter will have a new name, a new identity. Change.

Sunday will come, God willing. We will thank Him that He changes us — but that He never changes.

It sounds so simple. Why is change so hard?