There They Go

Every  morning, we go our separate ways. For a few hours, mom and dad go to work, and they aren't with us. They come back to me at the end of every day just a little bit wiser, a little bit smarter, a little bit different. We say goodbye in the mornings, and my little army of Hall babies goes out and comes home understanding just that much more about the world.

Every morning, I think to myself, "There they go. Keep them safe."

This morning, as they left and I felt that all too familiar tug on my heart as we had hugs and kisses, I realized that it's pretty exceptional and amazing that I know they'll take good care of each other.

I'm the luckiest mom in the world that they are each other's best friend.

-L