The Best and the Worst
The Best: Waking up in the morning and knowing the twins were coming home.
The Worst: Watching their train get delayed delayed delayed.
The Best: Watching them come into view and knowing they were finally here.
The Worst: Standing in the cold rain in the dark.
The Best: Having them walk downstairs in the morning when I’ve missed them so much.
The Worst: Knowing that we only had five wake-ups before they had to return.
The Best: Getting to talk to them in real-time.
The Worst: Thinking about how, at this time next week, we’d be back to phone calls.
The Best: Hugs.
The Worst: Goodbyes.
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Holding space for you in this new and different type of grief. Good byes are absolutely the worst.
Sending you super big hugs. I’m glad you had all those bests, but they got tempered with the worsts. Not too many weeks until they come home for longer, I hope! Glad you savored your bests.
So happy for all the highs and sending commiseration and support for the lows. Hope it was all you needed it to be.
I don’t know if it’s true, but it seems like it’s ever-so-slightly easier this time. (Sure, the improvement may be measured in Angstroms, but it is still improvement.)