My niece smiled at me yesterday. We were here in Iowa when she was born just two months ago, and last night I cried as I held her one last time before her mom, dad, brother and sisters left for the night.
I cried, too, when I said goodbye to my nephew Jude earlier in the day. When I hugged my mom, I wondered why we don’t just sit and hug the people we love whenever we are with them.
Hugs are the best.
I think it’s the hugs I’m going to miss the most.
At this point, you’d think goodbyes would be easy for us. We have said them so many times, before moving away and before going off on long “vacations” that we knew wouldn’t really end up just being vacations.
But they don’t get easier. We are lucky enough to love and be loved by so many people to whom it is always incredibly hard to say goodbye.
Every time I wonder if it is worth it.
Every time I wonder if the rewards of the next adventure will outweigh the cost.
So far, it always has been.
But still, I wonder. As we trade snuggles for skyline today, and family for urban dreams, I wonder.
Here we go again…