I haven’t seen my kids in over 3 weeks, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about them everyday, or picture them in my head every day. In fact, I make it a ritual to look at their pictures that sit on my mantlepiece whenever I can… They may not think of me as much, or in the same facet of love, but the point is *I* can keep them close to the surface, keep some faith and hope that they’ll come around, at some point in time.
Just know that I love them.
