Me, Me, Me

I want. I don't need the boys to be here. I want them. I want the hot air balloons floating over our heads and the leaves falling from the trees onto our feet and the kids at the playground seeing us as we trample out of the car and onto the equipment.

As much as I enjoy the kids at school - I want to be with my child - my husband.

I know I will soon.

Sometimes, soon isn't soon enough.