It's ironic that as much as I love having my parents come to visit me, it's also bittersweet, because saying "goodbye" has become increasingly difficult as I've grown older. I've begun to notice small signs of age - in all of us - which only remind me of how precious our time spent together really is. The old adage that "time flies as you get older" is annoyingly accurate; so often I want to bottle up precious moments with my husband and family and just...BE.
My parents left and are now back in San Francisco...and I'm sad. I've done a really good job at stuffing my emotions and the thought of them to the back of my mind, but little reminders creep up that bring them to the forefront and I have to fight the lump in my throat to keep from crying. Just this morning, Phil brought me a cup of coffee in the mug my Momma used to drink her coffee while she was here, and it made me so sad!
The energy of this trip was much different from visits past; instead of the usual itinerary of Go, Do, See, we relaxed a bit more and took things slow...in part because I was on crutches for two-weeks (frustrating knee injury that is teaching me patience - both physically and emotionally). We did a lot of lounging at the beach, eating like royalty (Mama's Fish House, anyone?), indulging in cocktails and overall, just enjoying one another's company.
And now? The house is quiet, the spare bedroom is empty (sob!) and Phil and I are getting back to the state-of-us...to our normal routine in a home of two. I'm off work today, but instead of enjoying the down-time, I'm fighting a miserable cold that has me blowing snot and coughing non-lady-like (because I think you all needed to know that).
Happy Aloha Friday, friends. Have a great weekend!