I miss you that much too.
I miss you.
When you're in school and I'm at work.
Then, when you're at latchkey, or Barb's, or on a playdate. Because I'm at work.
I think about you and I miss you.
You miss me too.
I hear it every time you hesitate to choose someone or something else over me on the weekends. I feel it every time we turn the last page of our bedtime story and you're not ready to relax into sleep--wishing instead to stretch our evening moments as far as they will go.
And I saw it this morning. When, instead of crawling up on the couch to sleep a few more minutes--something you do nearly every school morning--you chose to drag blanket and pillow into our office and curl up on the floor at my feet. As I sat at the computer, coffee in hand.
I miss you that much too.
When you're in school and I'm at work.
Then, when you're at latchkey, or Barb's, or on a playdate. Because I'm at work.
I think about you and I miss you.
You miss me too.
I hear it every time you hesitate to choose someone or something else over me on the weekends. I feel it every time we turn the last page of our bedtime story and you're not ready to relax into sleep--wishing instead to stretch our evening moments as far as they will go.
And I saw it this morning. When, instead of crawling up on the couch to sleep a few more minutes--something you do nearly every school morning--you chose to drag blanket and pillow into our office and curl up on the floor at my feet. As I sat at the computer, coffee in hand.
I miss you that much too.
posted by Jennifer B. | 6:07 PM
1 Comments:
You both are doing a wonderful job. These are the time you will remember. I recall the moments when you see they are growing up. Michael now 14 (wow) I remember those days like yesterday, how sweet. I am glad G has been the boy you have always wanted. : ) Love Sara XOXO
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