They call it empty. It’s anything but.⁣ (Inspired by recent life and one of my favorite podcasts) ⁣ ⁣ They call it empty nesting,⁣ but nothing about this is empty.⁣ ⁣ These rooms are heavy with holy echoes - ⁣ laughter pressed into the walls,⁣ midnight prayers stitched into the dark,⁣ kissed and bandaged scraped-knees, science projects spread across the table.⁣ ⁣ Seasons turned here.⁣ Shoes were outgrown.⁣ Voices deepened, questions widened - ⁣ from small hands tugging at our sleeves⁣ to hearts