With a 24-hour drive (or a costly plane ride) separating us, the rare reunion is precious. It feels as though we should fill each minute momentously. And yet we talk diaper rash and basketball scores and enjoy the comfort of simply being together.
It is easy to forget that this is finite and that soon we will all return to the normalcy of the everyday. We embrace each other's children to capture the personalities we are just beginning to learn.
Little ones play as though they have always been together, foregoing awkward introductions. Their interactions are sweet and innocent, and as we count down the days, we envy their disregard for time.
When next we meet, babies will be toddlers, toddlers will have broken from their timid shells, and children grown taller. We long for the day. Until then, news will be shared by phone, advice dispensed by letter, pictures shared by e-mail, and patience perfected.