Layla has been super fussy for two days. I don't know why. I hate not knowing why she seems so out of sorts and I really miss my smiley, happy girl. Matthew left for his father's house with a frowny face and would barely hug me. Just the fact that the boys leave for the weekend is heartbreaking to me. And then the neighborhood kids are playing right outside the boys' bedroom window, which is so awesome that they play here - but even more heartbreaking that my little monkeys aren't out there doing what they love most. And then Layla continued her screaming until literally 4 minutes before her daddy is due to come home. So - that's not a fun, joy-filled day. It's just not.
But that's okay - because tomorrow, Layla will be full of smiles (or not) and Matthew will call us and be his silly, giggly self (or not), and we will probably have a great day. But, no matter what happens, it'll be different than today. There will be awesome days ahead, no matter what. And it's all okay.
The pictures don't lie, though - this is my real life, and it's all cherished.
And yeah, they're mostly baby photos - but she's the only one of my kids that I don't have to beg and bribe to get a photo of. :)
