Missing

It was a large group. Seven in our van, including a grandma and cousin from the other side of the family. We met our sister, her husband and four couples from their church up there. As well as ten or so from the Spanish church and an uncle and aunt. It was a lot of people to know in one place. And an odd range of relations at that.   But all those people, and still. Something didn't feel right. Somebody(ies) were missing.
Five special someones were too far away. And although it was fun, I missed them. I missed an inquisitive three year old with sticky apply hands, and special one year old mooching off of our arms for rides. I missed Meg's clicking camera and Matt's handy pocketknives. I missed everything about them being there.

Father bring them home!

~M