Love

The way I love Steve. The way I miss him from the minute I leave his presence. It's like my dearest dog, Oskar. Or my maw maw. Both dead in the past two years. When I think about going home, there is an ache in my heart where their presence is absent. A longing. To be with them. But more than that, that they knew. And that they still know, from heaven. How much I love them.

I've put my heart in two places. And when I leave these children, this family.

I miss them. My heart aches.

And I hope they know,

How desperately I love them.