Charissa has been in a very weepy mood most of the afternoon.
"Mama I want you to hold me and rock me."
We sit in the glider chair and sing for a while.
"Charissa, why are you so sad?
Is it because we are moving?"
"Yeah, it's betaws when we get in da caw and dwive and dwive...
"...we will go to Coworado..."
"...and den we will nevah, evah..."
"...see da pond evah agin."
"I will miss da pond, Mama."
And then we cried together.