It was cold. Cold enough to make me promise them all that, if they’d just give me a solid 30 minutes and a few grins, my gratitude in having just one picture of them all together would certainly spill over into something wonderful for them.
Then, determined not to worry about what was (or wasn’t) on the memory card tucked inside my camera, I took my babies to our favorite Chinese restaurant where we warmed up on heaping plates of beef lo mien, General Tso’s chicken and fried rice.
Being a mama to big kids living far away is oh-so hard on the heart.
I’ll take it.