A Part of Me is Missing

My children have been gone two days.  They started their vacation at their Grannie’s house ahead of my husband and I.

I went to the store.  I felt free without having to look after my two little adventurers.  As I browsed the aisles of merchandise, I felt as if I forgot something.  Did I forget my purse?  Nope.  Did I forget my keys?  Nope.  Did I forget my cell phone?  Nope.  Oh, I know what I forgot, but actually I didn’t forget, because what was missing were my children.  Looking after them is so ingrained in my mind, so much a part of me, that by not having to look after them, I felt a part of me was missing.  I miss them already.  I will see them in another 10 hours, well maybe longer since I will arrive while they are asleep.  But I cannot wait.  They are my life’s joy.  They are my own little miracles, a gift from God.  Each one is special in her own unique way.  My babies.  I love you.


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