Saying goodbye to these little ones is the hardest thing. I want to pack their sweet, cute, miniature faces (and all their other parts too!) into my suitcase and just run as fast as I can to where I can "fix" them and pack lot's of love into their little lives. I knew this would happen. It's no surprise. But the knowledge that they would fall into my heart doesn't make it any easier to leave them behind. If you look closely, and imagine their coo's, their smiles, and their way of "holding on" when you pick them up, I think maybe, just maybe, you'll begin to understand why it's the hardest thing.
