Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on leave.
The beginning of visitors is all glory and smiles and actual tears of joy.
Hugs that won't stop, face touching because I can't believe you're standing in front of me!
Every few minutes, I'll burst out with...you're here!...and then we go on.
As the trip goes on, you become a part of our routine, see our everyday lives...and this is the best part.
As if you've always been here and we are this intertwined.
We get to know each other's intimate life, our mannerisms, our ways.
We eat together a lot.
There are drinks upon drinks upon drinks to go around.
We take walks and run errands and go shopping and check places out.
It's warm, no matter the temperature outside.
But, the leaving.
I can feel it coming, like this little ticking clock in my head.
And I know some feel that there is nothing to be sad about because it was so much fun it can carry you through, but the leaving.
I whisper in your ear a heartfelt thank you.
Thank you for coming, thank you for the warmth, thank you for the days upon days, the games, the late-night talks, the walks.
Thank you for all the laughing, the belly laughs that I have needed.
Thank you for showing me your soft side and your silly side too.
Thank you for wanting to be with the kids and us and the puppy and thank you for allowing us all to be.
Thank you for bringing her into our lives, for she is what we all never knew we always needed.
Thank you for making someone that was already a jewel in our hearts shine brighter because he was already magic and needed to find someone that appreciates that in him.
Thank you for realizing how much we need each other.
Thank you for our time together.
We love you.