We spent our last afternoon in Puerto Rico visiting with América again—not to mention that Luka actually tried América's habichuelas, and liked them too!
Goodbyes are always so difficult. As I write this entry, I am by myself now on a plane back to Portland, having left Kristin and the kids in Charlotte for a week in North Carolina with her folks that I wasn't able to stay for. Wow, how I miss them!
Feeling mopy and empty, I've spent some time on the flight looking through all of the pictures of the kids, from the birth through our trip this week to Puerto Rico. What a journey! And it's only the start.
And while these last pics of the goodbyes make me sad too, I cherish these pictures or Tati with the kids—it meant so much to her to meet them, and for us that Annika and Luka were able to meet her.
They all really bonded too, and several generations of our family held court while the oldest member loved the newest, who showered her with love in turn.
América is a very special woman, and at 95 years old, it's hard not to think every time that we say goodbye that there's a very good chance that it will be the last. No more of that!
Instead, let us show the love:
Annika started talking up a storm and telling long yarns that kept us all laughing and entertained:
Here she is hamming it up with Abuela.
And showing us her infectious, coy joy.
Meanwhile...
Which, truth be told, was preceded by a small nap:
The afternoon ended with some time with Tati,
and the twins playing together after gesturing to be brought together:
Saying our goodbyes:
And hoping they are see ya' laters!
