Well, Mum's gone back home and I'd be a liar if I said it didn't make me sad. I truly wish I could pop over to her house with the kids on a weekly basis for a visit, but that's just not our life. Every time we say goodbye there's too much crap that influences how I deal with it. And I'm tired and still coughing pretty hard, which doesn't make me feel too much better. I do recognize, however, that we are very blessed to have been able to have a visit, especially for my birthday. We didn't "do" much, but that made for a good visit and one that gives her a more real slice of our life.
Tomorrow will be better and I'll get back on the ball, but tonight is a time for reflecting.