Do you ever imagine something so wonderful, so perfect that the anticipation of the thing nearly kills you? So often, the thing turns out to be not nearly as wonderful as you imagined. You feel let down.
However, occasionally, the thing really lives up to all you imagined. This week, I'm suffering from a new kind of let down. I had a wonderful, marvelous, glorious vacation last week. I spent the week in total relaxation, talking and laughing with my sister, playing with my nephews, and doing a lot of baby snuggling. It was a perfect week. Now, I have a post-vacation let down. My vacation was everything I wanted it to be. This week, I'm back at work, and while there's nothing wrong with work, I can't help but ache for my sister and her boys back in Michigan. I keep looking at airline tickets out of habit, but then I remember that I can't go again any time soon, and then if she moves, there's no telling when it'll work for both our schedules for me to go back.
I left a piece of my heart in Michigan. Granted, it's a frozen piece because it's just 2 degrees there, but it's a piece of my heart nonetheless, and I feel incomplete without them. There is something so wonderful about just being with people who you love and who love you back. That's total joy.
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