We should have had a lazy morning were we get up a little later than normal after being awakened by little fingers tapping us on the back.
We should have been spoiled by your yummy hand-cooked Saturday morning breakfasts.
We should have been gone yard-sailing followed by grocery shopping at Sam’s where lunch just might have consisted of nibbling from each of the sample carts.
We should have napped while the kids did and then got up for a late afternoon swim together.
We should have rocked on the porch together while supper finished up in the crockpot, and the kids rode up and down the driveway on their bikes or other wheeled toys.
We should have had movie and popcorn night with the kids following their showers.
We should have had our own movie night after the kiddos went to bed, or maybe we would just catch up on a TV show we’d been watching on Netflix.
We should have fallen asleep in each others arms, content with having spent a wonderful family-filled-fun Saturday.
I’m sitting alone, pushing through the dense darkness that’s enveloped me today.
I’m struggling to want to do anything, and yet it’s my last day before the kids come home tomorrow after being gone for a week, allowing me to have some respite time.
I’m having crying spell after crying spell, and I even cried out to God asking Him why today has to feel like this. Why today?
I’m shoving memories aside, because they hurt too much to endure.
I’m scrolling Facebook, because of my paralyzed state of mind, and it’s the last thing I should be doing, because seeing other’s pics of family togetherness, date nights, vacations, fishing trips, etc. only reinforces what I don’t have anymore,
I’m begging God to take away even a smidgen of this pain today.
I’m wondering when the fog will lift.
I’m missing you, my precious Joel, and longing for my true Home. How much longer will you tarry oh Lord?