The farewells begin....

No...they haven't. I haven't really said farewell to any one. I've thought about the fact that it is going to happen in just a few more days and tears immediately start stinging. This picture was taken at my very lovely farewell party at the equally lovely home of our friends Michelle and David. We tried very hard not to talk about why we were having this particular party. And, if you judge by the above picture, it seems like we did a good job.

I have a knack for loving people with all of my heart and living in the moment. The wonder of this ability is that my life, my day to days, are filled with love, absolutely bursting and overflowing with it. The down side, however, is that with such strong love, comes a proportionate explosion of sadness and loss when you have to say good-bye. And even though I am moving back home and back to wonderful friends and family who I also love with all of my heart, it is so very difficult to say good bye. And I feel guilty, like I tricked these wonderful people into loving me and now I have to leave them. At least the people back in NY knew I was coming back (even if they wavered or had a hard time believing it to be true, JRM.) My Texas peeps know I will only be back to visit....sigh. Life...you sure are tricky.
This here photo is out of sequence...I cannot manage this blog with any technical savvy, and I apologize for that. Finny Finn, our true Texan...hope he can handle the seasons!

These next two photos are just hilarious. Finn, as you know, is obsessed with my chest...and last night he took some time to assess the goods around him. I think Michelle might accepted as a substitute should my boobs be busy. Sadly, Amber, you might be more than the little man can handle...or perhaps he sensed flour and egg whites from that amazing frosting you so lovingly prepared.

Ahhh, good times.