My Walkabout

The last Christmas before the big move away.

I hold her just a little tighter than normal, listening to her form words, blow me kisses, wave bye bye.

Always making me laugh, full of curiosity and a scientific mind. He delights his weird uncle with a magic show.

So full of sassy goodness, her personality bursting, I will miss seeing her imagination grow.

Crazylegs….From the moment I held you at the hospital when you were born, we have been connected. You have my sister in you, making your own awesome self so much more.

I learn from you, am amazed by you, and it pains me to leave you, especially now when I think you may need me most.

You are at the age of not wanting your picture taken, you want independence, and life for a few years may not make sense. Know I will always listen, I’m here if you need me.

Yes we are.