The tons of toys have been packed away, the rubber bands have been removed from all the cabinet doors, the soggy sidewalk chalk has been picked up off the porch, the organic whole milk is out of date, and the dog has crawled out from under the table...the babies have gone home to Massachusettes. There is a hole in my heart, and too much space in my bed. I just pray that the memories will be just a tiny bit as precious to them one day as they are to me. I still remember the plastic turquoise light that hung on the head of my Grandmother's bed when I cuddled down between her and Grandaddy. Maybe they will remember something good...
It is quiet. But I'm okay. Learning to breathe deeply.
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