Friday, October 17, 2008

Tomorrow night Dagny will be home and when I go to sleep I will not have the one-of-my-babies-is-missing feeling that doesn't seem to completely go away no matter how big your babies get, for which I am actually very grateful.


(Photo stolen without permission from Karen-the-photographer's site. I'm fresh like that.)

2 comments:

Sandra Dodd said...

I don't know if this will be good or bad for you to hear, but Kirby's been gone for nearly 14 months, and sometimes I can go two days without thinking of him. It wasn't that way at first, but there's a natural kind of weaning happening. I'm always glad to talk to him (not like yesterday, when he called because he shocked himself at work), and I'm glad to see him, but there's no pain or desperation as there were when the kids were little and gone (nor the worry when Marty is gone a long time and I'm not sure where).

Then there's Holly, the girl. It's different. I am more acutely aware of whether she's in the house or not. She's also the youngest, so I don't know how much is "youngest" and how much is "not a boy."

JessicaHarmony said...

Rueeee I'm borreeeddd.

Wanna give her back now?

: D