These days I miss home. I get a strange feeling in my belly that my kids are not growing up near my parents, siblings or best friends. They're not going to the same YMCA to practice gymnastics 4 days a week like I did, they're not swimming the same oceans, watching the same sunsets, speaking Spanish with the locals, skipping over the border to Mexico, exploring the same desert hills dodging rattlesnakes. I feel so far removed. I can't help but think that if I were home, I would have a refined outlook on which direction I want to nudge my kidlets. Mini Maverick hasn't met my dad. My family has been pulled apart. Part of it is my doing from moving overseas. Time goes by so fast now and when I reunite with past relationships I'm rekindling, not so much cocreating memories anymore. Oh LIFE. I love you and your surprises, but you have a way of throwing in obstacles.
And Mav isn't in the photo because he's on my chest.