Gone

Dear Bri,
I got up at 5:45 to get Decco and you were already gone. Your car wasn't in front of our house any more. Your room was empty. It was early morning heartbreak. I'm so glad we said our good-byes last night when I could still emotionally ignore your imminent departure. I would've been a mess this morning.
I love having you around. I love your wife and boys. I love how effortlessly my own children took to you after all this time. I love how Decco wanted you to hold him and how he tucked himself right into your shoulder. I love that you played ball and gymnastics with the girls, and genuinely applauded their dance performances in the living room. I love talking about our crazy family.
Have a great flight. Give Marci and the boys big hugs. Come back soon, but stay a lot, lot longer, like forever, in Utah, close enough to have Sunday dinners.
Love, Ann
P.S. You forgot your toothbrush and grapefruit.