...and then come back.
It's like there's a magic in the air around here since Max returned for Thanksgiving early Friday morning.
I don't know that there could be four more adoring sisters trying to soak up that brother of theirs right now.
It's like the relationships have blossomed and there's a maturity about them like never before.
Everyone wants to sit by him and show them a zillion new things since he left three months ago.
This one especially can hardly leave his side:
I love this sequence of pictures when Dave and I were trying to get a shot with just him.
Lu just couldn't quite leave the huddle;)
Yes it is indeed a bitter/sweet thing to have your child leave you. It's like ripping your heart out and letting it live in a different place for a while. And that "while" only gets longer, especially when we hit January 20th and he leaves for Taiwan. But there are magical moments in between, on the phone, during a visit, watching him interact with others over Facetime, when you watch him become himself more than ever and it makes all the heart-rip-wounds heal a thousand times over.
It is grand to be a mother.