Petey stood sadly looking out the front door this afternoon.
"Baughn," was all he said.
"Vaughn's at his Grandma's house," I said, trying to be upbeat.
"I didn't say goodbye," he said.
Peter is not yet three. I'm amazed at his grasp of the situation. Vaughn's stuff got loaded on a truck yesterday. They are staying with family until they move on to their next assignment.
Vaughn's mom was cleaning the house today, and she promised me the kids would be around on Monday. She, though, is scheduled to work all week. And then we'll be gone.
And so we hugged and speculated that perhaps she wouldn't have to go in on Thursday and then this would not really be goodbye, and then we said goodbye, for now.
And that was hard enough.