Goodbyes Aren't Forever

What I learned today was that goodbyes aren't forever. Grandpa and Uncle Mike drove us to the airport this morning, and although I wasn't happy about it, we got back on and flew to California to resume with our lives. Because I was sleeping when they dropped us off, I still recognized that they both kissed me goodbye very tenderly on my cheek.

Don't think I didn't know. I did.

And so, we're apart by 2500 miles yet again.

But somehow, I feel closer.