good-byes are hard

Good-byes, although we do it a lot, are hard on us. Particularly hard on the kids. We haven't lived near family, ever. Our half winter and spring in Utah was the closest we've been to that. So when a visitor comes, especially a Grandparent, it makes the good-byes awful.  Matix wanted one last picture with Grandma Stacy before they left. I asked if he wanted to smile and he said no.  She sang to him and gave him extra squeezes, but you can tell, he just hates to see her go. Poor thing.

Later that day (two weeks ago now), he gave a talk in Primary. Paul and I both went to see him and Paul helped read the talk with him. He did a great job, and seemed fine.  But then that night, he lost it again and we had to call Grandma and Grandpa. They were still driving and Matix was able to talk to Grandma and feel a little better. Hawken was mostly just concerned if that meant that Alexandra was leaving too, but she wasn't, so he was fine.