My home is empty … but not as much as I am
I wish I would have told them more often in words. Perhaps I should have showed them more often with actions. It’s funny how you contemplate every “what if ...” after it’s too late. I miss my children. I miss my dogs. It is definitely lonely at my house. I remember a time when it seemed as if there wasn’t enough room in my spacious home for everyone to fit comfortably. Having three teenage boys 5-foot-11 or taller, we actually did need that much room in which to live. And love. And grow. The addition of two puppies that eventually grew into fairly large dogs, ...