Always good-byes

We are moving again. Leaving a place that has become home. Tomorrow.

Poor David. His life of late is always good-byes. Good-bye to his daddy. Good-bye to his summer camp. (What a wonderful program we found for him!) Good-bye to his swim teacher. (Do you think she would move to Texas if I asked?) Good-bye to his cousins. Good-bye to new friends.

And this morning's good-bye nearly broke him. Every Tuesday he has attended Kaelena's camp. Kaelena is a 10-year-old girl we met at church who does a small summer camp in her home once a week. She is amazing--patient, creative, loving, affectionate, mature, and fun. For David, I think it was love at first sight. The highlight of his summer has been spending time with Kaelena, who lovingly took him under her wing. Today was the last day of camp. It was a pajama party. David was beside himself when I picked him up. This is just too much change. My heart aches for my sweet boy, for all the good-byes he must say.

I, too, have to say good-bye. Good-bye, Park City. To your mountains and wildflowers. Your sunshiny days and crisp, cool evenings. Your free public buses, your farmer's market, your ski jumpers, your chair lifts, your trails. Good-bye to your amazing Primary in the Kimball Ward. Good-bye to your summer camps, your field house, your swimming pool. Good-bye to your outlets and your very own Cafe Rio. Good-bye to your Main Street, your clinic, and the caffeine-free diet Coke at the Jeremy Store. And good-bye to your proximity to so many friends and family. I know there is even more I will miss. But I must end my list here, that I might go to bed.

Because tomorrow I'm leaving.

Good-bye.