I don't think a mom should say goodbye to her kids for 17 days without a little bit of drama. So, it happened last night. Judiann's bedtime. She launches into a 6 year old monologue of why her mom is choosing to go to India instead of grandpa and grandma's lake house with her. She concluded that it must be God's plan. Then she started to cry. Not the "I am trying to get my way cry," but a real from the heart cry. So I just decided to let it all go too, and we sat and cried together for a while. We both felt better when we were done agreeing that sometimes the right thing and the hard thing is the same thing.
Not as much drama with the boys. But even so, I saw a look in their eyes that was more then just a "see ya later mom" kind of look. The boys hug me and I don't have to lean down anymore.
Then there was the driveway drama. Saying goodbye to Troy. He said, "I am so proud of you...go chase the world. I said, "I don't want the world, I want you." He said, "I know, but we will have all of eternity together." He is so amazing.
Okay. Enough drama. I promise. I am just feeling a little "squishy" as Eric Bramlett puts it. And Eric says, "it's okay, it happens to the best of us from time to time."