Welcome home

I wait for it, every day for seven years now I have devoured it. The moment, when the children see their daddy after his day at work. I watch hungrily the smile in his eyes, the response in them, the softening in their tone, in their play. He kisses each of his loves on the head, the cheek, sometimes hands or feet. Enthusiastic, jumbled recount of the events of the day, stories reserved for his return fill the room and I am overwhelmed again by their shared delight. I was not gifted with this as a child. I had a mumma who was a strong and loving woman who worked to fill the longings of my little heart as best she could.

It was in the absence of a daddy that I knew what I wanted one day for my little ones if and when they would come....

Thank you for loving them and in that loving, loving me.