Christy and Chad left yesterday and both Nathan and I went about our day in a melancholy haze. It was a gorgeous day--the sun illuminated the snow-capped Alps, the birds flew above us, hastily making their nests for new arrivals this spring--but we were feeling a bit low. After talking about it a bit, we began to realize how bittersweet it is to have loved ones visit. Once they come, they have to leave, and it's always us who will be left behind.
Later that evening, we decided to open up a nice bottle of champagne and celebrate our first night of it being "just us" since early March. As Nathan was pouring his second glass, he looked at me and said, "You know...the best part is, when people leave, I get to be left behind with you."
I couldn't help but smile and admire the boyish grin on my husband's face. "I'll toast to that," I replied, and our glasses clinked.
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