When he's gone, we sort of go into what feels like a weird suspended animation. Life goes on, but I don't really feel it. And we count each day, and wait for his return, like watching the sea or the skies for some clue that he is on his way.
Thank goodness for Skype!
Roll on the weekend...
So now I understand, Jay is a man!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday Milkmoon.
Those years when your children are young are so precious and go by in the wink of an eye, you are wise to cherish them and your blog allows others to share in your joys in such a lovely way.
Oh sounds like true true wonderful love....
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