Missing My Family

When I started this blog, I promised myself that I would be honest and open about my feelings and emotions. That I would not hold back. I think so far, I have done that. . . But now, I am having some very real, very hard emotions. I am not wanting to put them out there because I do not want to hurt anyone or make anyone feel guilty. My heart is being pulled. . . But, I need to get it out there. . .

I live where my in-laws live. They are great and I love them dearly. But, all of them work. All of them have busy lives. All of them are busy dealing with there day to day. . .

I want my family. I want my mother to come over and sit with me. I want my sisters and sister-in-law (wink, wink!) to come over and help me. I want my brothers and brother-in-laws to come over and play with my children and bring their dogs, guitars, and juggling skills. I want my father to come over and talk with my husband and let him know that his feeling and emotions are okay. I want MY family. I want this. I want this today more than I have ever wanted it. . .

I watched jeopardy tonight and there was a question about heffalumps. I immediately went into hysterics. . . When we had just come home from the hospital with our oldest baby, my oldest sister, brought him into his tiny room and talked to him all about these mystical creatures from Winnie the Pooh (although there was no Winnie the Pooh in his room!). . . He slept the entire time, but I vividly remember sitting in my bed listening to her so lovingly tell him not to be afraid of them. . .

So, Mama and Papa, Rachael and Bret, Michael and Shelley, Clare and Will, Maura, Mollie, and Joseph, I miss you. I miss you greatly. I miss the help and comfort you could provide at this time in our journey. I miss it all. . .

I love you all. (This is still missing a few! I LOVE my big family!)