They are coming back. Starting tomorrow I will be making several trips to the airport to collect the people I love most in this world. Dad’s the first one, then sabrina, and then Anthony. I am excited and anxious at the same time. Since we parted this summer I’ve been learning to provide love, comfort, and security for myself. It is still an ongoing lesson. I am doing much better now, but what I give myself is not yet nearly as delicious and satisfying as what I have when I am with them. Whenever they are around for a long period of time, I get so charged with love, strength, wisdom… I feel as if I could conquer the world. And when we part again, this state that I thought could last forever slowly fades and I am back to feeling dim. Patricia has gently warned me several times already to make sure I don’t leave myself when my chicks are back to the nest. I am going to try to stay mindful this time they are around and hopefully when they go again I don’t crumble into a million pieces that I have to slowly pick up and put together. With that said, I am SO excited. Dad would be downstairs in the mornings, boiling water to make himself noodles. Sabrina would walk into my room when she wakes up. Anthony would be the last to wake up but he’d make the most noises when he does, the booming music, his heavy foot steps and him rushing downstairs as if he had forgotten to do something urgent, but he’s just grabbing breakfast… I am just gonna sit back and enjoy having these people around me.