love

My heart is broken for the parents who sent their babies to school expecting their dear young ones to come skipping home in the afternoon. I hug my children and cry. I refresh my Facebook.  Our day goes on. The house still needs tidying, the dishes should get done, we haven't begun to decorate for Christmas, and I have a board meeting and class to attend. I refresh my Facebook. Our day goes on. I am frustrated the girls won't pick up the Tinkertoys without my assistance. I am frustrated the youngest won't eat her lunch, the lunch filled with protein to keep her happy until dinner. I am frustrated with the eye rolling that just won't quit. I refresh my Facebook. Our day goes on. I kiss my children as I leave the house. I tell them 'I love you, I love you so much' again and again. Our day goes on. I can't imagine that being the last hug I share with my dear, sweet, eye rolling, clever, beautiful, kind girls. I cry. My day goes on. I cry. My heart breaks, I well up, I cry. I continue to cry. But my day goes on. I come home and kiss my sleeping babes. I count my blessings.

I am thankful I can tuck my girls in at night.

I cry. And my night goes on......