I am not always there for them. I mean, physically. But I really do try to spend time with them as much as I can. The fact that the average time I get to go home is just twice a year, it really is quite difficult not to miss them. And I mean, a whole lot.
Luckily, I was able to be with them last holiday season. Oh, such joy!:)
And when it was time to leave, I think my heart sank deeper than the Titanic. Who wouldn’t, when you’re leaving this:
So I survive every day taking comfort in the promise that I will be with them sooner or later (oh, can I just make it sooner?).