Saturday, March 27, 2010

I Hate Goodbyes

OK, that may be a blanket statement. I don't mind saying goodbye to headaches or to each season as it has stayed past its welcome. I don't mind saying goodbye when I leave the doctor's office or a friend's house. I do have manners, you know.
What I do hate are the heart-breaking, gut-wrenching moments of saying goodbye to my sister when she leaves - or I leave her and my parents after a visit in Denmark. There ought to be some fancy, literary way of describing it, but all that comes to mind, is that it sucks. I despise those last moments at the airport, I despise not knowing when I will see them again. Boo.
I just dropped my sister off at the airport and am now trying to get over my sob-induced headache. How is that for self-pity...
I understand fully, that I have placed myself in this predicament by moving far away from my family. I understand that there are people who are much worse off, that the pioneers had to say goodbye forever when they left Europe, that I ought to be grateful for the times we do get to spend together. I get it. I have told myself many times. And I am grateful. I love my husband, my kids and my in-laws. I just miss my parents experiencing the kids growing up. And I miss my little sis - I miss doing the everyday stuff, celebrating holidays, birthdays and shoe sales without the constant pressure of a return ticket hanging over our heads. I am not even above resenting my poor unsuspecting neighbor, because her sister is always at her house. I may even have glared at them as they drove off to do yet another activity together...Poor woman, probably thinks I am crazy.
I think I will go take my frustrations out on the remainder of last season's dead leaves in my flower beds. As long as the neighbor and her sister aren't working in the yard next door...

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

If I Could Save Time in a Bottle...

When I went to dress S for church on Sunday, I couldn't button the little dress I was trying to put her in and it made me completely breathless. In a swift second, I was envisioning her leaving for college soon - and completely choked up. I realize that I am sleep-deprived and probably a few steps removed from my senses but time does seem to be going by awfully fast these days...

One week:


Three weeks:


Five weeks: