Last night we had Ben and Ariel over for the last time. Since I had Emma all day yesterday, I did not have time to make dinner after work. So Em and I went to my house for awhile. She entertained herself chasing the cats and dog, while I busied myself throwing together a (delicious) chicken stuffing casserole. It was a recipe I found online, and later decided that it tasted like Thanksgiving in a dish. Yum. I also tried a new recipe for dessert, which was strawberries and spiced syrup. Yum again. After dinner, we went outside and went to work sanding and buffing the few spots of peeling paint on Ben and Ariel's car. They are trying to sell it as quickly as possible before they move across the country in six days.
After successfully hiding the blemishes, it was aready 8:30, which meant Jar had to go to bed. Since Ben and Ariel had not yet felt the baby kick, I layed down on the grass, hoping little Presh would put on a show. Almost immediatly, Baby did a sommersault, then a kick, which Ben felt and laughed with glee. Then it was Ariel's turn. That darn little baby must have decided it was naptime, because after waiting for about ten minutes, there was not another move from within. Sorry Ariel.
Quickly, we transfered a plethora of empty packing boxes from our garage into their car, and then Ben helped Jared move our huge, heavy hutch down to the garage (which we sold on Craig's List!). Just as they were stepping out the door at 8:45, we realized they had not yet seen the nursery! So we all ran upstairs and admired the babyness of the room. As we were saying good bye, Jared remembered that this would most likely be the last time we saw them before the move. Tears ensued, followed by another round of lingering hugs. The door closed on Ben and Ariel at 9:03.
Both of my brothers and my amazing new sisters, are gone.
What am I to do with this?
How am I supposed to react?
My emotions are in the fury of battle right now. One side is fighting to close them all out-- to emotionally retract myself from them so the pain can never be fresh. The other side is battling to show them my gracious support, stay in close contact, and just deal with the hurt of living on opposite sides of the country.
It is obvious what the right choice is here, I don't need to hear it again. But I may need some support myself.