Do you know I get weepy every time my parents leave to go home? It's true. And perhaps a little pathetic. I might mention they live really far away...really...really far away. However, I thought teary farewells were saved for babies and young children. But when it's goodbye time around here, my stomach starts to hurt, my eyes begin to prickle and my heart races. I call it, The Waterworks.
"Don't do it Peg. Don't do it. Stay strong. For goodness sakes you're an adult. You're a mother. Come on...Don't do it!" I beg to myself as the tears begin streaming down my cheeks.
xo
Monday, April 19, 2010
Farewell
at 11:10 PM
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It was a lovely visit...who can forget the hugs, the drooly smiles, the giggles, the proud accomplishments (stair climbing, tower building, almost walking, swimming, Tinker Toy creations, and baseball)?? Loved every minute! Can't wait till the cottage.
Love, Nana
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