Like so many others around the world, we’ve said our goodbyes to 2012. As I mentioned in our last post, 2012 definitely had some great times, but for the most part we are ready to see it in the rearview. And that feels really good — so is that what it means to have a “good” bye?
So what about when waving bye doesn’t really feel all that good? I mean, not really? Does that mean we get to call it a badbye?
As we move out of 2012, I have one of those sadbyes — perhaps one of the biggest sadbyes I’ve ever experienced in my life. But I think I’m getting ahead of myself…
Toward the end of Woztober, us two and a half Flints boarded a plane headed for good ol’ Ohio. Autumn was in the air and there were promises of trick or treating, hot apple cider, pumpkin patches, Grandma’s homecookin’, bonfires, and lots of time with family we don’t get to see nearly enough.
Where’s mickey’s seatbelt, mama?
Daddy providing in-flight avengers themed entertainment.
The plane trip to Cincy was uneventful and Mr. P has become quite the pro at traveling. This mama still sits up straighter when getting complimented on how well-behaved her baby is in the air. Thank goodness they don’t see him at 1:45 p.m. on any given day before he’s gotten his nap because that can be a totally different story…
We got to spend the first few days at Dave’s getting to watch lots of fun TV and eat lots of good food. And of course we made time to find a park for Xion to run around. Dave took us to one with a huge play area, so naturally Mr. Pickles was more interested in the picnic tables. 😉
He picked a flower for mommy. See his little shadow in the background of the photo??
the little things…
someone is still getting the hang of the foot shot. LOL
Then it was time to head north to D-Town!
More food, more family, lots more fun! Aunt Deedle and Uncle Eric hosted a big party for us with all of the above!
Xion’s cousin, Faith, shows him the ropes when it comes to blowing dandelion seeds into the air.
she’s a pro!
Grandpa Gato holds Mr. Pickles’ plate as he chows down some yummy cake because he already knows those ropes.
Good stuff, Grandpa!
Xion returns the favor to Faith by showing her the ins and the outs of his iPad. Uncle Dave is happy to assist.
Modern musicians in the making.
And we’ll just have to settle for this as the best bonfire family pic of the night. 😀
Unfortunately, Mr. Pickles didn’t get to Trick-or-Treat like he’d hoped because a certain presidential candidate came to town and called the whole thing off (karma got him for it), but Grandpa Gato made sure he got to get dressed up and head to a party anyway!
Grampy Gato and Captain America
Is that a pickle?
Like all our trips to Ohio, this one flew by. Seven days really isn’t a lot of time when we only see my side of the family a few times a year, but this time was a particularly hard one for me when we left.
You see, this was the last time I was ever going to be in the house I grew up in. Pop and Maria are retiring this year and planting retirement roots in Texas (although I hear New Mexico has much better weather *hint hint*).
Yep, the very last time I’d be in the house I grew up in. That’s a lot to take in all at once and I’m getting teary eyed writing this because there are so many memories there AND it’s the last of the three houses Pappy Delgado helped build that will officially leave the family. I know I’m all grown up now and have a family and new home of my own, but there’s a bit of a sadness inside as I let go of a piece of my childhood. My “home” is no longer going to be my home anymore. The next time I go to Defiance (and I’m not entirely sure when that will be), I won’t be sleeping in my old bedroom anymore.
So I’m taking a deep breath and saying a bit of a sadbye. I know it’s the right time for everyone to move on to new phases in their lives, no matter how hard it is to let go sometimes. Whether that be a year, a relationship, or a home…sometimes saying goodbye is just, well, bad.
There are a lot of memories in this little brick house on High Street. The good, the bad, the fun, the sad, the tears, the laughter, the joy — I won’t forget any of it and it will always live in
my our hearts. We now say…badbye. 😦
One last family photo of the High Street Gang. xoxo