Little empty beds…..
I miss our children so much. I miss my husband in many, many ways. I just miss our children in a different way.
I look at their beds, all made up and ready for them, but no softly sleeping faces on the pillows. The beds are empty, the rooms are cold. There is no life there.
No smiling faces to greet me after work. No laughter ringing through the house. Silence. Stillness.
No arguing over whose turn it is to do the dishes. No fights over what to watch on TV. I haven’t said “bedtime” three times in 30 mintes to anyone.
How much longer will this go on? How many more days, weeks, months must we endure? 
When will the battle be over, when will we have peace?
When can our children come home?
