Our time with my parents is slowly drawing to a close. We have about a week left. I’m trying not to let our impending departure mar the rest of our time here.
But it’s hard, y’all.
I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to take my child away from his grandparents, especially since I don’t know when they’ll get to see him again. I want them to spend time with him as a baby. They grow so fast! But pictures and videos will have to do. I watched my mom with the Wee One today when it hit me we have such a short time left. And I almost broke down and cried right there. Instead, I sobbed in the shower where no one could hear me.
I knew this was going to be hard. I just didn’t realize the extent.
I don’t want to go home. But I have to. And yes, that reality bites.
