Today I am far far away from those that I am a mother to. In a hotel room. Alone. No little ones giggling on the other side of my bedroom door. No whispers saying, "Don't wake her up yet." as things bang around in the kitchen while they help their father make my breakfast to be served in bed. I am glad to be here... but I am anxious to be with them. Today, I long for them.
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