Home alone after dropping the babies off at their parents… House is quiet… too quiet. I miss them.
Heard this song on the radio on the way home. Felt the chorus, “Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.”
Wishing my babies were closer to me, or I was closer to them. Wondering how to make that happen…
All Things Elda 