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.