I’ve been away from our “home” in the UK just over 3 weeks and it feels like it’s only been days. We’re getting ready to leave sunny Florida & my in-laws house to head for Ohio to see my family. Driving with the hubs yesterday to the store I got all choked up just thinking about it. Although I’m excited to see my family I’m heartbroken that we’re leaving my in-laws.
You see, I’m one of the lucky ones that absolutely adores my husbands family. I love them as if they were my own parents. Blessed is an understatement. Most people would think staying with in-laws for this length of time would be hard / stressful – but it has been nothing but that.
The idea of taking the kids away from their Nana, PopPop & Uncle Mark tears me to pieces. I’m not sure who it will be harder for: the kids, the grandparents or us as parents.
We’ve been preparing Cohen the last few days because we know how his emotions can take him from point a to point z in a flash. He was very sad when we told him we had to leave in 4 days. Now we’re just 2 days away and we have to keep reminding him that we will be leaving – he seems “ok” with it, but mostly because he’s excited to go on a plane again.
I think I need that mental preparing as well. My pregnancy hormones aren’t helping though. I can’t help but image more years away from family and get sad. I just have to keep reminding myself that God places us EXACTLY where we should be at EVERY point in our life. I have to know that this season has a purpose, I just have to find out what that purpose is.