I stopped off at the folks house before church this morning figuring to say goodbye to Pete and the Abs as they head back to Houston. They ended up staying for dinner so I got to say goodbye to them later. As I headed out to go to church little Donovan Jack began to cry. He was very sad to see me go so I went back in and picked him up. We had a wonderful little hug where I patted his back and he patted my shoulder. I love that little guy and really had a lot of fun with him this weekend. I could always count on Donovan to give me a great hug, a high five, and a knuckle bash. The knuckle bash was Donovan style - he liked to hit the side of my hand rather than the knuckles. It's our little way.
Saying goodbye to family is always a hard thing to do. I get a little sad whenever I have to do so, it is tough. It was so for me tonight as Pete made the rounds. I was a little choked up. We don't get to see Pete very often - it had been two years since we last saw each other. I know what it is like to be the family member farthest out and to miss a lot of the family functions. It is a hard thing. I also know now what it is like to have siblings that live a long distance away. I know what it feels like to miss those siblings at family events. Neither one is very fun and it helps me to appreciate the times we do have together.
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