Never enough time

     Nearly two years ago, we welcomed my oldest stepdaughter back home.  Just out of high school and 2 months pregnant, she moved back to Arkansas to make a new life, a better one for her and her coming son, our first grandson.  I knew she wouldn't stay forever and tomorrow is the day I prayed would never come.  She will be leaving to move 7 hours away and my heart is broken.   Today, I took the last portraits of my grandson before they leave in the morning and all I can think is, it wasn't enough.  Never enough photos taken or time spent to equal the time we will be away from them.  Never will we regain what we've all built together.  Never will these moments happen again.

Next time we see this sweet boy, he will have already worn this outfit for Halloween, his first.  

The plans of he and his auntie growing up as close as siblings is lost.

Despite these little heart aches, it's not a first for us as a family.  We've dealt with these comings and goings for years.  Despite the pain, I wouldn't trade watching this little guy grow for the past 9 months for anything.  Even now, as sad as I am, I'm already making plans for him to come home for regular visits with Granny and PaPaw and planning care packages to send his way.   Everything changes, for better or worse, but God has a reason for everything.  I'll just pray for their safety and happiness and know that every little thing is gonna be alright <3

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