At least once, I’m sure.
Today, when Seth woke from his nap, in usual form, he knocked on his door until I gave him permission to open it.
I was sitting cross-legged just on the other side, ready and braced for what I knew was to come.
“’ere’d Papa go?” He rubbed his tired eyes.
“’ere’d ‘amma go?” Furrowed brow.
“With Grandpa.” A tear slid down my own cheek.
“’ere’d Daddy go?” His bottom lip came out.
“With Gramma and Grandpa, but he’ll come home in two sleeps.”
He turned, and walked to the center window that overlooks our driveway.
“All gone,” he said.
He turned and crawled into my lap, and his tears fell with mine.
Oh my, that breaks my heart. We know the feeling and it's no fun!
Oh, Monica, that is just heartbreaking!!!! We live extremely close to my parents, and my sons are very, very close to them. I feel so fortunate. I am so sorry you and Seth are sad! :(
Oh, that is terribly sad. Poor both of you. Sweet things. They will be back soon, I know! I know that feeling, though, too. My parents live hours and hours away and we rarely see them, but my kids ask about them all the time. Ugh.
Oh that breaks my heart too. Hope those two sleeps go by quickly.
The goodbyes are the worst. Believe me, M, I feel your pain. And I can only imagine it gets much worse when your child is old enough to comprehend the whole thing.
I'm sorry you're both sad! Sending virtual hugs and love.
:( Kinda glad we didn't come down to participate in the mass exit out of TN. Give the little man BIG HUGS from me. Love to you both!
Awwwww, so sad and sweet!
Awwww....oh my gosh. [[[sniff]]] :)
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