The littlest of waves

As the Summer season closes in, routines come back. Music lessons, swim lessons and longer working days. For me also the travelling ramps up.
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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