. . . and my mind’s eye – ever more astute than the two regular eyes – still sees scenes like this whenever I look out the living room window in the fall.
Empty Nest Syndrome. ENS. Certifiable in all fifty states, and worse every day.
Mamacita says so.
I love you, my sweet babies.
What on earth was I wearing and how could you let me out of the house in it? 🙂
What on earth was I wearing and how could you let me out of the house in it? 🙂
Oh, Yes, Mamacita, I miss them too. Wandering the pumpkin patch, hiding in a leaf pile (with feet and face sticking out), apple picking at the orchard…. where have they gone. Hugs to yours (and mine, too).
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Oh, Yes, Mamacita, I miss them too. Wandering the pumpkin patch, hiding in a leaf pile (with feet and face sticking out), apple picking at the orchard…. where have they gone. Hugs to yours (and mine, too).
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*hug*
*hug*