At the airport, heading to extended family for Thanksgiving, leaving my three children behind. Unreal. Surreal. The stuff that makes bad dreams.

Watching families and children run around in search of their gates. Some laughing, some arguing, all together.

I miss my kids so much it is like a hunters knife through my heart.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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