A challenging transition

I was cleaning up the back porch on a nice Saturday afternoon, getting ready for some young guests (we "knew" Jonathan in utero) we were having over for dinner.  I was surprised to find a sheet of paper under the grill, a picture that our granddaughter Hannah had drawn sometime in the past few months, now too damaged for display in the art gallery (on the fridge).  This damaged piece of creativity caught me off guard, brought me face to face with a reality I've been keeping at a safe distance since learning about it eight months ago.  This precious bright spot in my life will have moved away by next weekend, along with her dear brother and sister.  The three of them have brought us such joy.  I know it is the kids' best interest that led their mom and dad to this decision, but I hope they'll understand if it makes me really sad for a little while.