What a year it's been. A year with way more dark moments than light ones, a year of learning lessons good and bad. A year of change the likes of which I never knew I needed. Through it all there remained one constant...I missed my children. I ached for them. I cried weekly. And though we stayed in contact by text and phone, it only compounded the need to touch their beautiful skin, gaze into their gorgeous eyes; to laugh until we cried, the way we used to do. It has been a year since my son has laid his head in my lap while we watched TV. A year since my daughter and I have watched the sun come up as we discuss politics, social theory, and Lindsay Lohan's prognosis.
But they are coming tomorrow night, and if I could...this is how I would greet them.
Merry Christmas everyone.