Ricky and Mateo and Marluce left early in the morning for the airport and their return trip to beautiful northern Virginia. The paints and crafts were all back in their rightful place. The house was too quiet. Nobody asking for snacks. Nobody asking to play in the water. Nobody trying to talk their daddy into a little more screen time. Just the quiet.
I do not accompany my kids to airports, if I can avoid it. I am too emotional. Watching them walk into the building and having them beyond my grasp is just too much. So, I leave that to the other son or the husband. Although, I am certain you wouldn’t have to look too close to see a tear in Jeffry’s eye as the glass doors of TIA closed behind them.
I remember the many times we would leave Grandma Tabor’s house for our return trip to Grand Junction, and we silently giggled at the fact that “uh oh. Grandma is crying again”. I think I can hear her voice in my ear asking “well, how do YOU like it?”
I don’t, Gram. I don’t like it at all.