My mother and I are flying down to Florida next Tuesday to be with my grandparents. I’m so scared that I feel sick. The selfish part of me wants to bury my head in the sand and stay here, but I know I could never live with myself if I didn’t go.
- The family I work for. I felt so guilty telling them I’m leaving in a week and have no idea when I’ll be back…especially since I haven’t had any time to find a sub. Before I could apologize for anything, they were smothering me with hugs and offering to make meals for my dad while we’re gone.
- The years I had an extra set of parents. I used to bound through the door and announce, “Nanny I’m home!” I never knew the agony of sibling rivalry…the new baby could have mommy and daddy, I had “Nanny” and “Pop-Pop.”
- All the little ones in my life. I spent yesterday afternoon watching The Boy’s 2 year old nephew and 5 month old niece. Nothing calms my heart like a baby falling asleep in my arms.
- The Boy. Seriously, he’s the best ex-boyfriend ever.