Where my heart is
I have this vision, it’s like a cheesy scene in a movie; I’m running, slow motion, across the courtyard with my arms wide open. It’s hot, dusty, my hair is sticking to the back of my neck, my eyes are welling up about to spill over and I can’t stop smiling. I hear laughter and my name repeated over and over as the kids run out of the Hope House towards me. Every time I visualize the scene I get choked up. I’ve been away from my kids for far too long. I have missed them so much. I miss their laughter, their fingerprints all over everything and seeing their noses pressed up against my screen door. I miss hearing my name repeated a billion times a day, and waiting in my truck as Steevenson runs across the yard yelling, “Don’t open the door, I want to open it for you.” I miss seeing the teenage girls giggling while they watch the boys play basketball, I miss chasing the girls back to the Hope House far away from those very same boys. I miss saying, “Where are your shoes?” over and over all