I have had an extremely emotional day today dealing with my little girl being gone. She is with her "doner" shall I call him. His weekend. I love this little human being God blessed me with more than anything. A love that no matter how I try to muster up the words to desribe it I just can not. I am alone in silence. No rukus, no laughter just me. I know I am supposed to be privy to this time as a mom, but I just do not enjoy it. No matter what I try to to do to make the time pass, the clock drags. I suppose it boils down to the fact that when I became a mom by the grace of God, I realized that was on call 24/7, 365 days per year. I have grown so attached to being needed, Taylors laughter, her tears in need of my comfort and every wonderful thing that comes from being a mom. I am now going to climb on my couch, try to relax and know that she will be home soon enough. Then I get to hear the stories of her fathers house and the BS that they put her through by being so foolish to not realize it takes so little to make her happy and bring her Joy. They could care less. My feeling for her are the definition of unconditional love. Good night all.
