Friday morning was a morning like no other weekday morning I have experienced in the past 6 years. I woke to the dogs in my face needing to go outside. I took care of the dogs, I showered and got ready for work. I was able to unload the dishwasher and throw in some laundry. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door. I stopped for a coffee and to the office I went. This may seem like a typical morning for some, but to me it was completely out of the ordinary. My mom had Veterans Day off and I had to work, and she was gracious enough to take the boys overnight on Thursday.

There was no being woken before the alarm to little hands patting my face. There was no knocking on the bathroom door while I was in the shower. There was no waking sleepy boys from their slumber. No repeating myself over and over, “Please put your shoes on. Did everyone use the potty? Let’s go guys. We’re going to be late.” No requests for drinks and snacks. It was just easier. I had myself to take care of and that was that.

But I missed them.

I missed hearing the pitter-patter of little feet coming down the stairs.

I missed seeing their hair sticking up in all directions.

I missed feeling  their “good morning” hugs.

I even missed smelling their little dragon breath when they whisper “I love you.”

It makes me appreciate the nagging I need to do in the morning to get us packed up and out the door on time.