Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Today as we drove to a goodbye D asked, "Mema, can Tre come with me?"
"No D, we can't come today."
He replied, "But I want to hold your hand, and I want to hold Tre's hand, I want to hold both of your hands."
"I'm sorry D, today we are going to stay in the car."
"Will she cry Mema?"
"I don't know D."

(But I will.)

When we picked him up, he came running, with the biggest smile on his face. On the way home from goodbye he said, "She let me play with her phone."
"Mema my mom kissed me."
"Did she cry D?" I asked.
"I cried Mema."
"I cried too D."

Goodbyes are hard.

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