My daughter and my grandson left today for California, to join her husband and his family there for their new life as west-coasters. I took them to the airport, and the goodbye was unexpectedly quick. We didn't realize that I couldn't go back and wait with them until they got on their flight. I had to leave them at the end of the line to work their way back to their gate area.
My daughter and her 8 month-old son on a 9 hour flight with 2 layovers - not a pleasant thought. I wanted to be there with her on the flight to help take care of him, because I know she will have a hard time for that long of a flight. He's quite the wiggler, and when he wants down, he wants down. That is the last time I'll see them until who knows when. I took tons of pictures while they stayed with me yesterday and this morning, so I will at least have those to remind me of the enjoyment I had while they were at my house. One special picture is of me holding Michael, with a close-up of our faces. I want to get that one framed and I want my daughter to frame one for Michael so that he can remember me. My biggest fear is that he will forget me, his Nana who was there the day he was born, and watched him come into this world, his Nana who has helped care for him so much, especially in the first few months, when his mom was really sick. Michael, Nana loves you to the moon and back!
