Momar and Doodad have come and gone after their short visit this weekend. It was so amazing to have them here… to experience for a precious armful of hours what many families daily take for granted: time together. A time to be around people who love your kid as much as you do and who feel that the hours spent watching him twirl in the living room aren’t wasted, but in fact the opposite- they are some of the most well spent hours they’ve known.
After we dropped them off at the airport, Ezra spent the afternoon softly pointing to the sky, mumbling something I couldn’t understand over and over and over again. He knew that momar and doodad were on a plane, and when we got back home, he wouldn’t come inside until he’d seen a plane fly over the house. When one finally did, he said “Doo dah! Doo dah!” and the took my hand and led me back inside.
I feel like I’ve said this a million times and in a million different ways… We miss our family. For selfish reasons. We don’t want to miss out on their lives. We want the security of feeling our saftey net a little closer- close enough to leap into if need be, rather than a 1600 mile kamakaze drop. We want date nights. We want Ezra to know that mom and dad aren’t the only people on the earth who love him to pieces.. whose love could grind up a boulder into fine sand for his little toes to wiggle through on a hot day.
We had fun. Here are some pictures:
I hope your weekend was wonderful, too… full of gumdrops and fuzzy slippers.