At the end of my day, I walk upstairs and I don’t hear voices coming from their rooms. I don’t hear dance music or laughter or a little girl talking to her baby before she puts her to bed in her crib. I don’t have to step over toys or put away clothes or ask for shoes to be moved into their proper place before lights out.
At the end of my day, I stare at a photo. I count each freckle I see on her perfect little nose and I stare into eyes that have been downloaded into my fancy computer. I touch the screen and I whisper I love you to Heaven and back.
At the end of my day, I thank God for taking care of my girls, for tucking them in at night in their Heavenly beds and for giving me the strength to get through one more day without them.
At the end of my day, I close my eyes and pray that this will be the night they come to visit in my dreams.