...as a soldier's wife, I would be adept at saying good-bye. Especially when the destination doesn't involve warfare! But, see, I inherited the ability to cry just by thinking a sad thought. While this was very useful on the stage, it's a little obnoxious now that I'm supposedly an adult! Luckily, Emma seems to take after her daddy, she very strongly misses people, but actually saying good-bye doesn't seem to bother her. The two of them had a High Five contest this morning at school and she went in laughing.
Me, not so much. Oh well. Please don't judge the attached scrapbook page too harshly, it was made years ago when I was attempting the whole paper scrapbook thing. I quickly discovered I can't cut a straight line, and HATED cutting up photos. This is one of maybe six pages I ever completed. But I have tears in my eyes in most of three of those photos, and not much has changed in that department.
Saying good-bye sucks.