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A LITTLE BIT //

This morning I snuggled my babies a little bit longer.

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My tone of voice was a little bit quieter.

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I moved a little bit slower.

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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.

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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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