The kids went back home to their mom on Friday. Saturday morning I woke up with a sinking feeling. A feeling that I am all to familiar with. A feeling I get whenever they go back home to their mom. I know that this isn't permanent, but it still hurts none the less.
I miss my Saturday morning snuggles with Meagan, I miss my never ending hugs from Tracey. I miss sitting down at the table with all four of us at dinner. I miss the laughter, the giggles, the imaginative spirits. I miss the evil glares, pre-tween attitudes, and the bickering. The house is just too quiet.
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