if coming to stay with family across an ocean for two weeks is like stepping into a painting, then stepping out again and going home, is, for the family left behind, a realization of how much brighter the colors on the canvas now are, because they were here.
the only picture i took today, after an unsuccessful attempt to round up two boys for a picture of them with their grandparents...
oh well. next time.
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Family departures remain (for me) hard. Even if the distance is less than an ocean and the visits are more frequent. The only consolation is that after a day or two, one adjusts. And looks forward to the next one down the pike.
It's true, Nina. But I haven't thought of it, at least not since coming to Denmark, that we adjust, and it only takes a day or two... so thank you for the reminder.
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