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why are goodbyes so hard ...

Oh yea, because I have to leave all these wonderful people behind .... sad times.

It will be nice being home again ... with my hubby ... in our own place ... but goodbyes are so not easy, especially when it means missing out on sister time, birthdays, first steps, Christmas, new teeth, learning words, funny things that are said, hugs and kisses. The list goes on and on .... and so do the tears.   However, I know that God wants us in Austria.  I know He has plans for us and wants to use there.  Pray for us to be a light in the dark...pray for me not to miss the beautiful faces you see up there...pray for us to bring Him glory in Vienna!

I have cherished our time together.  I've loved being here for a 3rd birthday AND party, watching first bites of solid food and crawling being conquered (not by the same baby! :)), shopping trips, swimming, berry picking, way too many desserts(!), and many rounds of all kinds of games. 

Thanks, dear sisters, for letting me crash your homes and schedules over the past month.  I have loved every second! :)  I will miss you both so very much ... hope we can get together soon again!  Wish that ocean wasn't in the way though...I'm thankful for skype, facebook, and phones!  Love you both!  Love your sweet babies!  I can't wait until our next visit!

Vienna here I come...I'll be home early Tuesday morning and can't wait to hug my wonderful husband!

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  1. LeannaAugust 8, 2011 at 8:19 PM

    Good post. Made me tear up. Praying your travels are going well. Love you.
    Happy Reunion!

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