The Adamantly Objected Departure
The last snuggle sesh.
Ah, it was that time of the trip that just breaks your heart and rips it right out of your chest.
I hate seeing my babies sad.
But sad they were. And it was as if the entire fun of the proceeding week was completely invalidated the moment we had to say bye.
But we said bye anyways.
Because we had to.
And not a single one was happy about it.
Well, except Molly. But she’s always happy so she doesn’t count.
The kids cried. Their grandparents cried. I cried. It sucked. And even though it hurts to be away from our family, we are as certain as we’ve ever been that home for us is right where the Lord has us, with the overwhelming majority of our reasoning resting on the church that He’s graciously and mercifully provided us. And with that as our neutral, it makes saying goodbye a tiny bit easier.
Can’t lie though: it still sucks.
We had such a nice time. Truly. It was more than I expected in so many ways and I’m so thankful they were able to come enjoy our family and our church and our little life here in Florida.
We’ll miss you Grandma and Papa!
Until next time: KISSES AND HUGS (and maybe a few punches, some ankle holds, a couple eyeglass snatches, and a bunch of Katesy screeches to hold you off until next time)
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