I’m planning a trip with my kids for spring break.
Not our first without their dad, work circumstances made that happen.
But this is the fist without my HUSBAND.
It’s the first time I’m traveling to the place that used to be OUR home.
To see people that were OUR friends.
And to feel the comfort of MY “people”.
Those people you turn to when you need to cry and feel weakest.
The people you let see you crumble because they’re the ones that build you back up.
Spring (n) – a season of the year; a time of growth and renwel, the origin or beginning
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