This weekend my house was full and so was my heart. All of the kids were in for the weekend to celebrate the 4th of July and my twins 25th birthday. It began with a fish fry and just enjoying everyones company. Then birthday cake and games. Later, the house was quiet but my heart smiled knowing in each room, was sleeping someown who is very dear to me.
My favorite time is the morning. One by one sleepy faces arrive in the kitchen. Some looking for coffee, some looking out the window to see the country morning. The smell of bacon and coffee and the chatter of precious voices.
John and I wave the last goodbye as the car kicks up dust on the road, a tear comes to my eye. When will be all come together again?
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