Poor Stacia had a meltdown as we left our home last night. She broke away from Arielle and Krista and refused to be put in the van. I was getting a tad bit irritated - it was late.
I went out to help her in the van...she was beside herself.
I grabbed her, hugged her tight, forced her head to my shoulder and began to listen.... "I don't want to go bye bye. I don't want to leave Stacia's house. I don't want to leave Stacia's house. I don't want to go bye bye anymore..." ::sniff::
I rubbed her back, held her tight and told her over and over, "It's going to be alright." She relaxed and fell asleep.
I realized later that I feel like Stacia. I want someone to hug me tight and assure me that it's going to be alright. Of course, I find this in God. The best place to find it. I also shared with Mike and he diligently tried....but the snoring sort of took away from the effect. ::snort::
As I tried to get to sleep it hit me again...cherish this time, cherish Stacia's house, the friendly town, the transition of two sons from youth to adult...but Stacia is clinging (as is to be expected for a little one who has known nothing but San Angelo and Stacia's home her entire life). I need to remember - cherish/not cling today and tomorrow, especially.
Do pray for us as we tie up loose ends so that we can depart early tomorrow. We meet the realtor this a.m. Mike is signed off base. We have our tickets to Japan.
I've welcomed each extension....but emotionally I think it's time for all of us to say the goodbye...
Glimpses of the day:
Cy held his arms wide...Stacia ran to Krista....then Cy and then Jamin tried the arm thing and she complied.
Beatrix, the wonder dog, has chosen an old suitcase as her domain.
We finally brought down the stash of chocolate from the top shelf in the master bdr closet.
~ Coram Deo ~
Living all of life before the face of God...