This morning I snuggled my babies a little bit longer.
.
My tone of voice was a little bit quieter.
.
I moved a little bit slower.
.
This morning being on time for work did not seem to matter.
Mismatched clothes were not an issue.
Hurrying out of the house was not a concern.
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This morning my patience was a little bit greater.
.
My enamored stares were a little bit lengthier.
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The yearning to leave was a little bit tougher.
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There is something about the loss of a child that sombers you.
Leaves you numb.
All you can feel is your heart aching for their family.
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This morning the yearning to leave was a little bit tougher.
.
My enamored stares were a little bit lengthier.
.
My patience was a little bit greater.
.
My son rode to school with the windows rolled down.
Entranced with the breeze through the fingers of his hand.
Wondering if Greyson’s were on the other side.
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This morning I moved a little bit slower.
.
My tone of voice was a little bit quieter.
.
I snuggled my babies a little bit longer.
.
There is something about the loss of a child that sombers you.
Leaves you numb.
And longing for a little bit.. of everything more.
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