I found this.
It made me crack up.
But then it made me cry.
I had to really look at that face and know it wasn’t going to look back at me in the mirror.
That face with it’s perfectly symetrical smile.
That face without the tape on the glasses.
That face that *I* know was upstairs.
THAT face is gone.
I see a different one in its place.
It IS crooked. It DOES have tape on its glasses. It DOESN’T go upstairs.
I’m thankful to still have a face that my kids can kiss goodnight.
But I do still cry for the face that will never be mine again.