All week long I dreaded it. Kristin moved back out today in to the City. Before I even left for school today, the movers were at our door. With a pit in my stomach, I left for work. I couldn't even say goodbye to her cause I knew I'd just loose it. So what do you think I did? I called her on my way, and yes, I lost it anyway, tears streaming down my face like a big baby. You'd think I'd be used to this by now, but no, every single time one of my kids leaves again, I feel devastated.
It was so great having her home this past month. It just went too fast. I knew it was just a temporary stop along the way, but I kind of secretly hoped it would be a little longer than originally planned. The house was just a little livlier, a little noisier, a little more fun. Call me crazy, but the momaholic in me is happiest when all four of my kids are home. Late at night I'll get up and peak in their rooms and see them all snuggled in their beds just like when they were little. There is no more peaceful feeling to me. So now I will wait . . .
The day before Thanksgiving, Rachele, Kristin, Charles and Jamey will all be home; all will sleep in their own beds here. And you just know that I'll be peaking into their rooms feeling so thankful and so blessed and so happy that they do all still come home. I miss you already Krissy.
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