It always does when I have to leave them.
They walk me to the door, and I hug each one, wishing I had a little more time. But I need to get back so I can make it to practice tomorrow. And if it’s snowing here, there’s a good chance we’re getting some snow in Jersey.
“I love you all. I’ll see you soon, okay? Remy, keep practicing your slap shot. Rhyan, keep your kingdom under control.” I point at her.
“I will, I promise,” she says, grinning.
“Chris, see you later, man. Take care of my sister.” I give him a one-armed hug.
“Always,” he says.
Savannah walks me out to my rental.
“You’ll make it to the airport on time?”
“Oh yeah, I’m good.”
“Text me when you land.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She smiles, but it fades into something softer. “I’m really glad you came.”
I pull her into a hug. “Me too. Thank you for keeping me posted on his schedule.”
Her arms tighten around me, and for a second, neither of us says anything.
When she pulls back, she wipes under one eye quickly, like she doesn’t want me to see her tears.
I put my hands on her shoulders. “You okay?”
She nods, then steps back. “Love you. Be safe.”
I stare at her for a minute. “Love you too. I’ll text you when I land.”
Before I start getting choked up, I get into the car.
When I pull away from the curb, I see Remy and Rhyan in the window, waving wildly.
I laugh, wave, and drive away with my heart full, but also aching. It’s never easy to say goodbye to them.
Ten minutes later, my phone buzzes in the cupholder.
Presley.
I look at the screen at a red light, my thumb swiping open the message.
Presley: How was your visit?
My thoughts wander to the things my sister said to me today.
Saint: It was good. Remy’s on his way to the NHL, and Rhyan might overthrow a small country.
She replies almost immediately.
Presley: So, typical visit? LOL
I smile.
