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.
Nice November weather. Dry enough for a little chiminea. Thankfully.
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My Dad died early Tuesday morning. I am heartbroken. It’s hard to breathe. How do people survive such grief?
I love this thing. Who knew? Very fun. Really hoping to save up and get a Tenor sized Kala uke, made of Hawaiian koa. Maybe Santa will bring?
Youngest boy took this pic on our morning walk.