Nico and I are crybabies. We hate saying goodbye to people and places we love.
We're back in Cleveland after a fun, but short, trip to San Francisco. Vic and I went there to attend his company's holiday party and we brought the boys out to spend some time with my sister, the fantastic Auntie Linda.
Even though we were only in town for a few days, we were able to see some old friends, which was really awesome. I would have loved to stay longer to visit some other pals, but there just wasn't enough time. Nico had a blast spending time with Linda and her girlfriend Joemy. Lin and Joemy babysat the boys and spoiled them with gifts and attention. Nico enjoyed his time with Linda so much he didn't want to come home. He wanted to stay with her and lobbied hard to move in with her. He complained that "Cleveland is stupid! It doesn't even have mountains or the Pacific Ocean." It was heartbreaking to see him crying after saying goodbye to his beloved aunt. He cried for a long time.
During our stay, as I did last year, I visited the hospital where Nico was born and the apartment complex we lived in when Nico was a baby. It's hard to believe that six years have passed since we lived out there. I remember the day Vic and I first brought him home from the hospital. Vic carried Nico, snuggled in an infant car seat, up the steps to our apartment, where my sister had taped a big, homemade "Welcome home, Nico!" sign on our front door.
Also, like last year, as the plane took off for Cleveland, tears welled up in my eyes. I'm not sure why I get so weepy thinking about the time we spent living in the Bay Area, but I think a lot of it has to do with the powerful emotions associated with first-time motherhood.
I think Nico and I both left our hearts in San Francisco on this trip.