My girls have been gone all of spring break.
They won’t be home until Sunday evening.
And like I always do when they’re gone for any length of time, I pore over all of the pictures of them in my computer, all grief-stricken and misty-eyed, because it’s absolute torture for me when they’re not home.
It’s pictures like this one that just slay me… how in the world can I survive three more days without laying eyes on these freckles?
I can’t wait for her to get home so I can kiss every single one of them. Whether she likes it or not…