The Night.

I miss Maman.

I have no doubt ya’ll are pretty damn bored with hearing me say that oh every single time after the farewell departure.

I think it’s easier not to miss {our} People during the day. Maybe because it’s shiny and bright out and that brightness cancels out the dark and quiet of the night.

I find myself slipping here. Really this is my go to bed sign. After all, I am tired and I want to feel the animals settle in around me and The BF’s arm rest on my stomach, waiting to feel the baby kick while we sleep.

I hope I can be like Maman … give FOH that kind of comfort and security, that certainty. Mamas know how to make everything better. That’s what they do, right? But will I?

I’m not sure, but I am sure that I’m going to give it my best shot. And I suppose, as long as I do that, that’s all I can really ask of my self.

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