A Bursting Heart
Some days, it just feels good. For all of the squabble and difficulties, I’ve been finding my eyes filling with tears lately. I am so very thankful to watch these sweet little souls as they grow.
I’m not away for long stretches of time often, but yesterday I was gone from 6:30am until 9:30pm. I got home exhausted and went upstairs to go straight to bed. I quietly went into their room to give kisses to sweaty, sleeping heads and as soon as I opened the door he popped up and squeaked out, “Mama,” and started sobbing. I rushed over and picked him up asking him what was wrong. He tried to tell me, but he was choking back tears and burying his face in my shoulder. I asked if he had a scary dream and he shook his head. I asked if his belly hurt and he shook his head. Then he gulped it out between sobs: “Missed you Mama,” and cried harder into my shoulder. He missed me. He was just glad I was home.
I love them so much my heart could just burst.