When I Come Home…

I’m homesick and all i want to do is go home.

I miss my boys.

I miss the way the boys came downstairs and quietly lived out their routine. I miss hearing the sound of Kyle make his protein shake in the morning. I miss hearing Dan frantically run over to the microwave to stop it from beeping. I miss sitting on my couch/bed and seeing Tyler come down the stairs at 2pm with a puppy dog pout on his face saying the same thing: “I slept in again.”

He always wakes up at 2pm. Just as Kyle is always downstairs at 5:45 am, he’s home at 4:30 pm. I honestly miss that life. It never bothered me at all and i wish i could go back.