It is always like this.
Just when I think I'm over it, another wave rises--and there it is again.
When I open my suitcase.
When I clean out the car.
Little things you find that remind you, they are far away. Again.
I miss them.



Thanks, Mom and Dad--for coming. Anytime you want to move to North Carolina, we're ready and waiting.
I didnt know your parents went with you ... did I miss that vital information somewhere along the line? Probably, knowing me. Anyway, how cool! Love the pic of Ainsley with Grandad! :)
ReplyDeleteWELCOME HOME!!!
Sigh. Miss you too. Mom
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwwwww ... I miss my mom too, a lot. We are in WI ... my parents are in WA State - my husbands are in NC ...
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