Snow covers the pond just outside our patio. The Christmas tree glitters amidst the gloominess of the Sunday afternoon. Sirius Pops plays on as eight little presents await their final component before they can be wrapped and placed under the tree.
And I wait. And wait. And wait.
Has it even been an hour since Seth left for Target? I don't know.
For reasons I can't seem to wrap my mind around, I'm missing Seth these days more than when we were separated by hundreds and hundreds of miles. 9 a.m. on a work day. At choir practice. Sitting on the couch waiting for him to return from an errand to Target.
As if I didn't have about 50 Christmas cards to finish and dishes to do.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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