My heart lives outside of my body. It has four feet, four hands, and four eyes. It travels in two different directions during the week. My boys are my heart. They mean everything and more to me. I still cannot believe that Logan started preschool yesterday. I know it’s so cliche but where does the time go? I blinked and my babies and now big boys.
The hardest part for me is letting go. It scares the hell out of me that I am not there to protect them every waking second. I know that I am not alone. That every parent before me has been in my shoes. It doesn’t make it any better. I know that teachers at school do their best. But the teachers are not me. They do not love my boys like I do.
I know it will get easier. We will get into our groove. There will be a time where I’m not counting down the minutes until they come home. There will be a time where I enjoy the quiet house. But today I’m counting down the minutes. Today I’m walking somberly around the eerily quiet house. Today I will hug them tighter and tell them I love them over and over. Because today becomes tomorrow way too soon.