Our Glue is Gone..

Last Thursday we handed over one of our children to my friend, Ruka.  It’s not for long term, just like 11 days.  It hasn’t even been a whole week and I’m missing my Kara so much it hurts.
It’s the ‘miss you so much, it hurts’ kinda hurt.
She’s been calling me every day telling me where they have been.  They started out going to Vegas where she got to see the strip, go on rollercoasters and feel like she was the most important kid in the world.

She’s now in Moab.

She called to tell me that the rocks are HUGE.  I tried to show her pictures of where she would be going, but she said she didn’t quite grasp it until she saw it.  She took her camera and swore to me she has been taking pictures.  Every now and again I get a picture from her T-Mobile Sidekick.  It’s not the same.

Hearing the excitement in her voice when she was in Vegas made me feel bad that we don’t do more together.  It didn’t make me want to rush out and buy a hummer and mobile home, but it made me want to shove my kids into a tent and demand we have some sort of family bonding time.

I miss her.  I miss the glue that makes this family ‘ours’.

Beating the children last Sunday just wasn’t as fun without Kara screaming, “I’m going to call CPS!!”

come home soon, Bear.