Last time we had one week left we were buried in 18 inches of snow.
School was cancelled for the whole week.
No one was going anywhere.
We had to cancel goodbye parties.
And we all laid around the house, sort of wallowing in the unfairness of it all.
This time, the sun is shining.
It's supposed to be in the 70's this weekend.
We have several goodbye parties scheduled.
And the kids are playing together beautifully.
So it's good.
It's good that we had to wait.
We have been given a gift.
And I'm opening it slowly, savoring every moment.
My heart aches, but I'm more present this time than last...
And it's going to be okay.