My girls have been gone so long, longer than they have ever been away from me, and today they are coming home. I woke up an hour before my alarm went off, my stomach filled with butterflies and anticipation. I cannot possibly express how much I have missed them, every inch and limb and tangled length of hair.
My friend Kristen and I were joking the other day about this upcoming reunion, how an hour after they get home I’ll be back to telling them sternly to “pick that up off the floor” or “stop talking that way to your sister.” But I’ve already decided, probably foolishly, that we are having a slumber party tonight in my bed, all three of us, with popcorn and orange soda and a movie of their choice. I won’t get a wink of sleep but I do not give one single damn.