After 10 days of reading books, playing games, telling stories, and sitting in her lap, we had to say goodbye to Grandma at the airport today.
The kids were sad, but it was our 2-year-old who had the hardest time. He’s probably wondering why we would leave her at this strange place. And why would she just walk away when we’ve been having so much fun together?
He was smiling during the kissing and hugging goodbye, but when she disappeared into the airport, this is how he looked:
I thought I’d see if he’d tell me how he was feeling:
Aww 
Sometimes its hard living so far from our family.
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Great. Now I miss her too! (And I’ve never met her!)