It has to happen. After a near-perfect vacation, coming home is mostly a letdown. On one hand, it does feel good to be in my own place. On the other, I feel incredibly sad. Saying good-bye to Jill and the kids at the airport was more heartbreaking than usual. Kayla leaned over and said, "You always cry, Grandma. I'm going to cry too. Come live with me and we won't be sad."
Now that I've had a good night's sleep I feel much better. Don't know why it gets harder to leave them each time, but it does.
I'm surely blessed to not only have wonderful children and grandchildren, but also a fun and loving extended family. This was a great way to spend my vacation time, and I got my share of hugs that should last a while.