So today as I was leaving for the airport at 6.30am, I felt sadness in my tummy. I didn't want to leave my family. I didn't want to leave them behind.
Yet I pulled myself out of bed and got ready.
Before I left the house I woke each of the kiddies up to give them a hug and told them I loved them. They were the sleepiest and warmest cuddles I have ever had. So tight and so full of love. I still feel them on my skin now.
As I jumped into the taxi, I looked up and saw the tiniest of waves. My youngest was at her bedroom window, barely visible. But the little face and waving hand were there to make out.
I was so glad I had looked back to see it. I was then able to smile and wave back.]
This memory fills my heart right now as I have my cup of tea between my hands in the airport lounge.
The warmth is lingering and the sight of the little face and waving hand fills me with gratitude.
I am loved. They are loved. I am so blessed.
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