Isaac went to breakfast for father's day with his dad and his brother while his mom and I went and had facials. (I know life is rough) And then sadly Linda, (my YOMIL, you can read that here) was really sick and had to cancel on her plans for that afternoon with my mother in law, and so, I at the last minute, got to go to Cirque Du Soleil's Dralion.
And it was fantastic. We took part in a quick fake wedding and saw some really amazing acrobatic work. I mean I understand why they don't let you take pictures but I wish I had something else to show you other than a picture I pulled off the internet.
But there was a trade off to seeing Cirque Du Soleil, I didn't have dinner with Isaac and his Grandma which I was looking forward too, but I was torn. And so I chose the Cirque and Isaac's dad took my place at dinner and really that was more important because I get to take him home for this last week before he drives 3000 miles.
And dudes, this is hard. He even asked me if I wanted him to stay one more day and leave on Sunday but I saId no. Even though I want him to stay until Sunday we may as well rip the band aid off as it were, because he's leaving and I would rather he get there with some time to spare, to feel somewhat comfortable rather than rushed, super tired and nervous because he doesn't know where anything is at.
For some odd reason the closer it gets the harder it gets and I really hope this time will fly. But this morning was hard because he woke up before his alarm (I know his mind is racing with all he has to do) and I woke up to his alarm but no him and while the reality is slowly sinking in, a piece just slid into place this morning a few days too soon.
And so even though today is hard, that's okay, because some days are just that way and there's no way around them. So here's to a better tomorrow and a safe journey for my babe soon.
When Harv and I were living across the country from each other after we got married, more than being apart, it was always the time when we were together and we were about to leave each other again that was the hardest. I wanted to cherish every minute, but I spent a lot of it fretting over the impending departure (mine or his) and it would take the joy away from our time together. Strangely, when we were apart, we would both settle into a routine of missing each other but living apart. This last week is going to be tough, and I don't want to sound all cheesy, but enjoy it and know that you'll be back together again....soon.
ReplyDeleteOh Lizzy, I know you're so right. And as much as I love him I wish the agonizing was over and we were already apart. Because saying goodbye is the worst, especially when you know it's coming way in advance.
ReplyDeleteI go back and forth being perfectly fine to something setting me off and I'm holding back the tears (I'm doing pretty well so far). I know it's all going to be fine and he'll come back to visit and I'll most likely go visit during this time and we're both adults who know how to be independent.