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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

There will come a day...

I know there will come a day when my car knows the way home again.
But it's not today, and I miss our old home.
I miss knowing where everything is.
I miss the order that I thought was chaos at the time,
When I look around at stacks and stacks of boxes still.

I know there will come a day when wearing heels will feel as normal as my running shoes.
Then again, I doubt that.
I like my work.
Someday soon I'll know everyone's name and more about them.
Maybe I'll make friendships there.
I hope.

I know there will come a day when I'll have a true friend here.
But it's not today, and I miss my friends.
I miss going to the grocery store and running into someone I know.
I miss running through the neighborhood,
And recognizing at least every other face.

I know there will come a day when I'll be used to looking up at my children.
But that will never seem quite right.
I miss their cute toddler voices.
I miss the things they used to mispronounce and say wrong.
I miss the days when they thought mommy and daddy could make everything right.

I know things change.
And I'm usually up for any adventure.
But not today.
There will come a day when I'm ok.
Just not today.

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