here. There.

We're back. 

Usually I say the best part of vacation is coming home. 
But not this time.  

We spent so much time thinking forward to this trip, reminding the kids of their great friendships so they could pick right back up where they left off and planning where we would go and stay. 
I forgot to plan for how hard it would be to leave, how hard it would be to tear that band-aid off of the freshly healed wounds.

I can honestly say that after the first two days I completely forgot about coming home because the whole trip  didn't seem real to me. 
Just another one of my fantastically tangible day dreams, complete with sound and smell.

The unearthly beauty of the landscape, the angelic faces of happy children, the tenuous new friendship between the husbands, listening to the joyful cacophony that is their family and being a part of it again...

All this did nothing to help me feel the reality of coming here, from there.

So here I am, feeling a bit numb, waiting for the tears to fall, 
wondering how in the world we're going to make this work.

2 readers took time to leave a thought:

Chrysanthemama June 22, 2010 at 5:27 PM  

I know how you feel. It hurts so bad, doesn't it? We are a military family who gets our family and friends ripped away from us all the time. We've been doing this for 12 1/2 years now, and it should be getting easier, but it's not. All I can say is stay busy and stay in touch. Do little things for each other that will bring a smile to your faces. Ask how you can pray for each other. Start planning your next reunion. In the meantime, I'll be praying for you both as I feel led. {Hugs}

4 Little Men and Girly Twins June 23, 2010 at 11:16 AM  

boo-hoo you're gone. We'll all be okay, right! LOVED having you here... can't wait to see you again soon!

the girls just saw the pictures on the side and said AVA, ALEC, SHELLY!

now they're taking their clothes off... great... :)


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