Today was already better than yesterday. I still missed the kids in the afternoon, but I tried to keep myself busy with taking Henry for a walk, reading some blogs, writing a journal, cleaning, going to the store. It did help. And now those kids are home already and the house is filled with the sound of cartoons and snacks. Henry seems happy too. He snuggled right up to Julia when she sat on the couch with her cookie. Not sure if the snuggling was to catch any falling crumbs or if he just missed her being gone all day.
Moving on, you ever notice how things are better when you're dreaming? And that being a writer is much better than anything else in this world because you get to dream? Reality has always been a harsh, cold place as the world is so judgmental. My writing is usually full of love and hope; my dreams are grand. It heals. It replaces despair. Characters are like children, they depend on bring us joy with their lives and actions. And words. Words are like pebbles sifting and falling, and we must rearrange them in beautiful ways.