Steve and I were off on a jet plane (for a wedding) last week which meant Cannon had a weekend sleepover with his adopted grandparents in the neighborhood. I was dreading leaving him even for a couple days and dropping him off just about tore my heart in two. Part of me just wanted to bring him along to the wedding but Steve and I both knew it wouldn’t be nearly as enjoyable.
But as I carried all his gear into their house I was having second thoughts about leaving him. I felt like he was looking at me with his puppy dog eyes asking, “Why are you leaving me here?” Although Steve assured me he had no such thoughts. I was able to hold it together until I got into the car and then I let the tears flow. I’m kind of attached to this guy!
