tree thru blinds

The day will come when things will return to some sense of normal. That day is not today and neither will it be tomorrow.

This time last year my oldest child was preparing to return home from Berlin and I was preparing to go to Ireland to see him. My oldest is still home. He is not...yet.

The day will come when we all will be together again. In one home sharing a life. A future. One day. Just not today. Not tomorrow.