I'm Mary. I read tumblrs and occasionally feel the need to share my own ramblings or reblog that of others, but it's so sporadic it can't really be called a blog.
The Weepy Time Approaches
My dad told me today “When you come back, Shaelyn will be 7. She’ll be in 2nd grade. You’ll miss her first day of school.”
Shay is currently in preschool (and she’ll actually only be in first grade when I come back due to her September birthday), but the idea of coming back to a completely different person is just sad to me.
Dakota, 6 month old, barely a person Dakota will be nearly 3 when I come back. That assumes everything goes alright with her heart for 2 years.
Coming back to changed adults doesn’t seem so bad, but there’s so much growing and changing for my nieces to do. It just makes me sad.
I can just tell I’m going to start crying about missing everyone in the next week.
