Kids came back after being away for a few days with my in-laws. Great time had by all, kids are happy and tired, turkey tired, in-laws insist girls were fantastic. I preen and feel glowy, knowing that they all really did have a great time.
But them to bed. Hugs, heart expanding with the knowledge of how much I MISSED them, how much I love them, can’t imagine them out of my life.
Eventually wind down and fall to sleep. Toss and turn most of night. Wake at varying points, seeing if I can avoid letting the alarm go off.
Finally pass into a deep dark sleep.
Dream that someone has stolen my children, and I cannot find them.
Heart, crushed this morning, can’t shake this, even if in the end, they were all right all along.