Visit's End

“May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”  - Irish Blessing

Nothing is more melancholy for me than saying goodbye to my parents.  We have had a lovely visit, but today they fly home to England, and I won't see them (except on Skype) until June.  And mine are not the kind of parents who make me relieved that I don't have to see them till June, if you know what I mean.

Maeve and I have been so spoiled these last three weeks, with extra playmates, and someone to watch her while I run to the store.  There has been lots of chase games, peekaboo, ball-bouncing, and bubble blowing, as well as some really calm, quiet chats after Maeve's little batteries run out.  I love having them here, right here, so I can ask them questions about house-buying, parenting, cooking, and all kinds of things.

Today will not be a good day.  I will distract myself the best I can, but it will not be good.  There will be a lot of crying, from my mom, and Maeve, and me, too.  Oh, here it comes now.  But like we always do, we'll put a brave face on it, and remember we're going to Skype on Sunday, and that June isn't really that far away.

But send a little love my way today, won't you?  I hate saying goodbye, even when it's just until the summer.