Just a short 5 days ago my sons started arriving home.
For the THANKSGIVING holiday.
Today they begin their trek back to
Louisville, KY
Carbondale, IL
Chicago, IL
It's rare to have all 3 home at the same time.
They have no idea to how special their time spent at
home means to me.
The oldest always running out to the gym
or to run 6 miles,
part of his life, his profession.
The middle one, Mr. Social butterfly
running out to see all his friends.
The youngest, is home often since
he goes to a University close to home.
He is in and out hunting.
An avid hunter, like his father.
To have them home, fighting once again
with each other as they did when they were young.
This time all in fun. Ribbing each other about
ones weight, habits, hair style, and so on.
I must say I miss those moments.
Saying good-bye, have a safe trip back, is so hard.
I never fully understood why my mom always cried
when me or one of my sisters left after visiting......
Now I understand.
No matter how old they are, they will always be your babies.
You want to look after them, take care of them,
protect them.
Will they ever know how much
I love them?
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