sisters, sisters


June 27, 2011 by Heather

Andrew just left with Hannah & Matt to take them to the airport.

…And I’m left here, in our tiny, far-away space.  With a cup of coffee and 45 minutes until I have to hop on my bike and ride to work and smile and help rich foodies find just the right baguette pan.

There is a puddle of tears on the windowsill from watching them drive away.

And I’m having thoughts that I probably shouldn’t write about on here because later on, when I’m feeling less lonely, I will (maybe) not feel that way anymore.  It is hard to know whether they stem from pure emotion, PMS, or actual reality.

Probably a good mix of all three.




One thought on “sisters, sisters

  1. flamingomama says:

    Feels like your heart has dropped into your stomach, huh? I’m sorry baby. I absolutely HATE goodbyes and am not good at them at all. I should be though. Time does help – and staying busy. I’m counting down the days, looks like 15 days, till we come. Won’t be the same as Matt and Hannah, but hey, I can’t wait!!! Gonna get you and Andrew on a motorcycle!!!!! I love you and I am so proud of what you and Andrew are doing. It’s kinda cool when WE don’t “have this” and we HAVE to ask God to take it. He does a much better job than we do ourselves. I downloaded 4 songs last night that I’m playing over and over. If you get a chance listen to them: I’d Need a Savior by Praise Hymn, Listen to the Sound by Building 429, Safe by Phil Wickham, and Nothing Left to Lose by Mat Kearney. They are helping me muchly!!! I love you so much. btw, if you get even more time, listen to a sermon by Henry (pronounced Haannreee) Blackaby. Remember that? lol

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