Today we said goodbye to Oldest Sister at the airport as she headed back to Baltimore and Johns Hopkins, truly having no idea when we might be able to see her again. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, learn from my experience and try to avoid these exacerbating circumstances:
+ Don’t be in the midst of coming down with a cold – don’t know about you, but illness always makes me feel more vulnerable.
+ Don’t be at the tail end of wacky hormone week – definitely more emotional at that time.
+ Don’t be anticipating saying goodbye to your husband, as well, the next morning for a three-week absence.
+ Don’t be at the end of the Christmas season. It’s such a beautiful time that I always feel sad when it’s over.
I’m thankful that The Boy will be home for another three weeks, and that Middle Sister is “always with me,” as the older brother in the story of the Prodigal Son. Unlike that jealous and vindictive son she’s good company and of generous spirit.
And now, with sighs and heaviness of heart, we move on.