It always is a sad scene: the airport scenario, the reality of the loss of presence of loved ones for a while. It hits us hard, and Sophia looks on in wonder, she is sad because she sees people that she loves are sad. Later she said: "Aunt Laura was crying" and I told her why and that we all were very sad. Julie and Heather came to see us off, and to see them cry and to know that we will miss the actual experience of each others live for another few years startles me again. It sobers me each time, and when I ponder it too long the ache ensues, hence the tears.
I know that as Poppy and CC go around their house and see 'remnants' of us, of our being there, it will be real grief for them. Yes, they can always look to the next time they may visit, but that barely comforts what their hearts are feeling now. They were superstars during our time in their home, constantly helping, cooking meals, always offering to watch the girls, or do whatever to make our visit memorable. And it was. So many great memories made. We can only now trust that our God will provide all the strength needed for each of us as we part ways and go about our lives across the ocean.
