Goodbye, Again

I'm convinced now that September's beautiful weather was just for Oma. She left yesterday, and the weather seems to be mourning her departure as much as we are. I've been caught off guard by how easily the tears flow this year when I think that it will be almost a whole year before we see Oma and Grandpa again. I'm sure the pregnancy hormones don't help. The children and I have enjoyed the free flow between our houses, like they are extensions of one another. Even Matthew was in the habit of saying, "Me down Oma's" as he marched down the driveway, alone, at times. He loves helping "jampa" make a "hot" in the woodstove.

We already miss them.