Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

~William Shakespeare

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Are all of them yours?

My four children and I were standing in line waiting to board the cruise ship. Each person had to present their boarding pass and passport. Being the mother hen that I am, I made sure all four kids went through ok before I did. As she checked the fourth kid's documents, she looked up at me and asked, "Are all of them yours?" I smiled and said, "Yes."

She then looked past me at the man in line behind and asked, "Is he with you too?" My smile immediately faded as I replied, "No."

"Oh," she said, "I was expecting one more."

So was I.

On the brighter side of this horribleness, there is one more. He's waiting for me at home.

Live. Laugh. Love.


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