A Saturday Morning and You're Not Here

Saturday mornings are for sleeping late and letting the kids come and pile on the bed. They are for figuring out what we are going to do during the day - bike ride to the port or park hayarkon or meet up with friends to go somewhere, maybe take the Jeep out in the fields or just stay home and let the time slip by. This Saturday, once again we are here without you, just me and the kids. Dean had a tantrum and I took a deep breath and asked you to help me through it. Now he is at the dining room table writing a letter, that was his "assignment" (punishment), and I am sitting at computer writing too. A few days ago we did a spontaneous family hug in the living room, me, the boys and Lia, and Dean said "Hey - we are still a strong family, even though dad isn't here." He said exactly what I was thinking the same second, but for me it was more of a question and here, my little kid - the one with the tantrums and the difficulties gave such a clear answer. God I hope I have the strength to keep it together and raise a strong, happy family.