I’ve put off writing this post, because I still tear up every time I think about how very far away Keri & Bryce have moved. Even though we talk every day. Even though they’ll be here in a week and we’ll all walk the Breast Cancer walk together. Even though they’ll be here twice in June for a birthday party and our Annual Thomas the Train Fiesta. A day so anticipated by the Fearsome Trifecta, that every single day Noah asks me for a new countdown to Thomas Day. Even though, even though. I miss them terribly.

But seriously, I’ve had a shit week. Just all around BAD things in so many BAD domains that I won’t even go there. Some things scary, some things creepy, and some things just kind of irritating. If it weren’t for a new episode of the Office tonight, I might have just tucked the whole family in a 7 pm, gathered every single thing I love in bed with us, and forced everyone to hug me until morning. And when they protested, I would say, “HEY! I’m the Momma! I’ve had a shit week! Now love on me until I feel better. That’s why I married you, carried you, and clean everything in all of your lives involving poop! I’ve earned a 12 hour cuddle you crazy chickens!”

The slideshow below is a series of pictures I took of Sara and Bryce dancing together while the movers packed up the last of Keri & Bryce’s house. Keri and I sat dejectedly on the couch, knowing that it was said and done, wishing we could feel like this: like two toddlers who don’t understand the dread of missing. They were simply interpretative dancing their joy of me giving them their own Nutty Bars…with ribbons. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLzLP1U_ZNE[/youtube]