She counts down the days until we get her again.
Every other week the countdown to Friday begins.
She keeps secrets just for her.
She has a special laugh that only she can get out of her.
They rarely fight, not wanting to waist a precious moment they have together.
Sunday usually comes too fast.
Before there were tears, now there is just silence.
She is growing up and dealing.
But it breaks my heart everytime.
To have a part-time sibling is hard on any child.
They had an awesome weekend. Manicures, pedicures, dinner, movies, a night at Grandma's.
Then as quickly as it began it's over.
She is an only child again.
At least for 12 more days.
While I know this baby in my belly won't fill that void, I will force myself to believe that it will lessen the pain.
To have a sibling that will always be there. Even when she may want him to go away. He won't.
He will be here. Everyday. Every weekend. Her brother. Full time.
Oh how I wish I could make it different.
While I know it will make her strong in the end it still breaks my heart when the week without her sister begins.
Two decades later
18 hours ago