Because of our grandpa’s worsening health (he is still in really rough shape- thank you so much for all of the emails, comments, checking in and prayers!), BOTH of my sisters were in Denver last week.
It’s kind of nice to have surprise sister time- the lack of planning turned into lots of hanging out, sweet cousin time (Burke and Piper are in serious Evie withdrawal), ordering in, laughing and laughing some more, and even some packing (yep, they helped me pack up my kitchen while they were here- isn’t that nice?).
The downside is to this spontaneous sibling time is that, while I have a hard time saying good-bye to either of my sisters individually, the compounded effect of saying goodbye to both of them in one weekend is especially rough on my heart. Hence “Sad Day” (or more accurately, “Sad Week”).
I’ve been moping around, calling my mama to commiserate, crying when I find Evie’s clothes in my dryer, and trying (without much luck) to figure out a way for us to all live a little closer.
Are any of you having a Sad Day too?