The Little Things

Why is it the little things that can just knock us off our feet?  Last night I was emptying the dishwasher and as I was putting away my daughter’s and my favorite bowls, I had the thought that I might let her take one and then every now and again we could video chat and eat together out of them and then I almost lost it!  Over BOWLS!!!

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Bowls people.  I mean they are nice bowls, but really?  It’s always the little things that get to me the hardest.  When DH would deploy it was the empty hole in the toothbrush holder that would always break my heart. Not seeing his toothbrush… a toothbrush.

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Ignore the dust please.

I guess that’s it really, that empty hole that is left when someone you love is away and it’s the little things that make the hole seem so deep and vast.

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But really, is there a hole at all?  Oh, there’s a bit of a vacancy but I’ll hear from my girl often, most likely every day or at least most days.  So, again, it’s not so much a hole as just being different, a new normal.

 

I can’t tell you how much I’m going to miss this girl, the hug wars, the giggles, the selfies…  But there is so much to look forward to as well… the reunions, the long phone calls, seeing her doing what she loves, watching her grow.  DH and I growing closer too.  It’s all exciting stuff!!  So much to look forward to as life changes and grows and moves.  Love and life go hand in hand.  One without the other is just sad, so I’ll take my moments when the little things make my love seep out of my eyes because well, Love is everything and love expressed, even in tears is beautiful.

 

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