Smile Through the Tears


Recently, I was able to hop on a plane and visit my family. It had been quite awhile that I had been feeling so homesick, and the birth of my nephew was just the reason I needed to get me on a plane.
I left the rest of my clan behind so that I could go and be fully present. I wanted to have the opportunity to spend quality time with everyone, hold that new adorable nephew of mine as much as possible and have some one on one time with my parents.

I think because I am the only one who lives away, I am offered a different perspective on things. No one knows how I hurt to miss the things…the little things, the big things and all those moments in between. I long to have a house that I could swing by for dinner or have a sister or mother I could pick up and shop with for the day. It sounds silly I know, but at the end of the day my heart hurts for the hours, days, and years we spend apart.

I had a really tough time saying good-bye this time. Our lives are in constant motion never slowing down for even a second for us to catch up on anything we are forced to miss. I hope people appreciate those people around them we call family. We may disagree and argue, but at the end of the day, those are the people that really matter. It’s too late to realize this simple little fact after they are gone from our earthly world. Our time here is short and fleeting and as I got on my return flight I stood up straight, took my seat and tried to smile through the tears. I am so grateful for the time we had and can only hope they know how precious that time is to me.


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