We've said a lot of hard goodbyes over the years. We said a very hard goodbye yesterday. It was one of those that you're ready for, but it still feels like a Mack truck hit you in the gut. Remember that scene in The Parent Trap? That's what I pictured in my head as that moment began to unfold. We said what we could muster up, hugged more than we needed to and waved in the rain.
Ben will miss his Uncle Pete and Aunt Ashley.
I'll miss my brother and sister.
Emotions have been running high. The coming home part was easy. The "not having a home" part is another story. Micah should be home. We know that. Micah survived something he shouldn't have. We know that, too. But when it rains, it pours.
And when you cry, you cry a lot.
I just want to be settled. I want my baby to sleep in his own crib. I want to put groceries away in my own refrigerator. I want somebody somewhere to realize what an awesome asset Micah would be for their company. I want my hubcap back. I want my fender dent free. I want to relax on a beach somewhere.
But when it rains, it pours.
I like the rain. But I like the rain when I know the sun will come out afterward. I know it will someday. But when it rains... it pours.
My dad says this will pass. I'd be okay with that.