Our beloved Big D had to fly back to VA this noon. Most of us took in early church so whoever wanted to could ride along to the airport. For me it was going to be one of those times when I just knew I would be a mess saying goodbye all the way there and back. So I did my kiss, cry, and goodbye at home.
Here is the story I heard when the farewell team returned:
My youngest was hungry (No surprise!) and asked for a cookie. BNH said there weren't any. But lo and behold, a package of leftover cookies was absently, and providentially, left behind from a trip last week. Best of all they were gluten free!
So Kase and Mr. Buster each had one. They asked their dad if he wanted one and he said why not? He then came up with "the consolation cookie." The cookie that gets eaten because everyone needs a little consolation after taking a beloved one to the airport. The cookie that could never make the heart feel good but give the tongue and tummy a bit of satisfaction for however long the nibbling lasts.
I am not sure when the next consolation cookie will be eaten, perhaps deer hunting/Thanksgiving. Maybe Christmas. Whenever we get the blessing of another visit, I'll have to make sure the car is ready with the necessary goods for the trip back home.
