Three months later
Aden’s point of view
It had been three of the longest and yet shortest months of my life since that first weekend in Carson City. Time went by painfully slow without my kids. my entire being missed them the moment they were gone, and yet it felt like I had only laid eyes on them the first time at their nanas birthday party yesterday. It was hard knowing that they were a little over 12 hours away from them in Denver, and all the while, I stayed in Phoenix. I’d been to see them several times since then, thank heavens for airlines cutting the trip down to a little more than an hour, but still, it was like a hole in my heart that wouldn’t heal.
I sat in the airport lounge, staring at the screen saver on my phone. It was a photo of my two kids splashing in the water at
