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This was written a few days after landing back in America after kissing my daughter to sleep mere days prior back in Israel.
I left while she was still sleeping. I didn't cry when I tucked her into bed for the night. I didn't cry when I kissed her goodbye for the last night while she was sleeping. No, I didn't cry then. I cried on the plane, as we took off, knowing that she would wake up and mommy would not be there to say, “Boker tov” and give her two big bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch mixed with her Cookie Crisp. I cried when the plane lifted off and I remembered Yaniv saying, “She thought you were going after Shabbat, that's why she wanted to go to the beach and asked you if you would go swimming this time.” Leaving her again, I just barely found the strength not to cry in front of her. It took all of me to keep her happy by keeping a smile on my face. She knew it was her last day with mommy. That's why she was determined to have mommy play Wii with her all day. When we couldn't find Yaniv after going to the market she willingly walked home with me, knowing this was her last walk with Mommy. She even held the drinks we had bought and said, “Look, now I am Mommy!” I held her during the Kiddush, I hugged her tight. I tried to stop the tears from falling, but I think I wetted the top of her hair. It was hard knowing this was our last Kiddush together. Yaniv said I would miss his mother's soup the most. It more like I would miss sitting next to little Miss Procrastinator letting her soup get cold talking to me. She told me, “Mommy, I know you are going. I will be a little bit sad. It's okay if I cry. I will only cry a little bit. I know I will see you again. And when you get home to Kansas, I know you will send me my BIG Bratz house!” She will always be my positive little princess. Always looking for the BIG Bratz house in the sky. |
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What a touching story
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hard to read
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Do you need a bigger font??
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it's not the glasses. it's the situation.
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Oh.
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Emotion reaches deeply. There could be so many expressions to share the feeling this evokes, but sometimes there just aren't words good enough...it is good we cry.
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