Muffins, Pickles and Cupcakes

We all have our own cravings.

Mine... a good gym class, a better book, wise advice, nice glass of wine, my cutting board and stove, my keyboard, my patients, my babies.

I'm missing a couple of these right now. My computer has crashed and I am crushed. My favorite little men have gone on vacation with their dad. So here that leaves me... tapping on a foreign keyboard expressing my love with moist eye-lids tonight... how crazy in love I am with you two.

I miss my Muffins. My Muffins that at the end of any hard day can always make me smile.

I miss my Pickles. My Pickles that truly fill my heart with joy and soul with laughter.

I miss my Cupcakes. My Cupcakes that have the most loving arms and sweetest touch.

While I worry about you... Mom was excited to have some time to herself. My heels were dusty, what a shame I thought. So I did some dusting and went on a couple of fabulous dates, girly dinners, and had a few leisurely days. I also went through all of your stuff and formed two capacious bags of donations out of old toys. In the process I discovered every missing sock in a toy drawer and even a full school uniform wadded up in the costume bin. I found all the candy wrappers in the very creative places from sneaking treats in your rooms, busted. Each of those made me grin. :)

It's always a bit refreshing to dress up and meet great, new people. Or spending uninterrupted time with those I don't get the chance to very often. Not to mention the quiet in the air or the freedom to do as I please, whenever I please. It was a good taste until Monday. The tears came that day. I had just hopped out of the shower when "Bennie and the Jets" came on. That's an odd song I sometimes sing to my Benny in the car as he pretends for a brief minute he doesn't like it but dearly delights in it and especially as I do the Buh-buh-buh Benny part. I couldn't hold back any longer, I was really missing you guys.

I have had enough of the napkin in the lap. The freedom was nice for a smidgen. I want to pick grass out of your dirty soccer socks as I fold laundry. I miss the sound of camaraderie in my home. I want our crazy schedule and busy weekends full of games back. I want to make you breakfast, cook you dinner and bake you after school snacks. I want to break up the brotherly love squabbles. I want to kiss your face, look at your jolly eyes as you tell me about all of the things you have been doing and squeeze the dang crap out of you. I want to read with you and snuggle. Home is where my heart is... with my family. It's just not the same without you... I don't care if your dirty muffins, sour pickles or rotten cupcakes when you get back. In fact, I would prefer it for a tid-bit please. Our favorite season has begun... it's park and bike time! I'm excited to decorate the house for Halloween with you, so hurry home. I had to light my Spiced Pumpkin candle without you this year.

Well, my moist lids have now become moist cheeks. I can't wait until you babes come home, where we belong together.

Ha'o wau ia 'oe... Aloha wau ia 'oe