Peeps

I saw my firstborn last night. He and his fiancee made a turkey dinner for us, since I will be working on Thanksgiving. We had a really nice time.

But then it was time to go home. And I'm not sure why it hit me so hard, but I got a little emotional. There may have been tears.

I just miss him. I know that he has his own life, and can't be around all the time. In fact, I'm thinking too much together time would just start up some arguing (between everyone in the family). But I feel like I'm leaving a piece of my heart behind when I say goodbye to him.

He is one of my peeps. And as the mother hen, I want to wrap my wings around all 4 of them and keep them very close.

But, truth is, it is not just the moments that we say goodbye. It is lots of other moments too.

Like how when I make cinnamon rolls, we have 2 too many. There are 8 in a roll, or 2 each for my kids. Now there are 2 leftover.

And this makes me think of him. And a million other things.

And I hate that hole in my heart.