My house is insanely quiet. Sarah is still in Georgia, at my brother's. While I know she is having a wonderful time... I miss her so much.
There are no giggles, no stories, no can we's or what if's. No stories of her crazy dreams or crazy ideas of things we could do.
I miss that creativity of hers. That imagination that never seems to stop. That pushing the limits of acceptable.
I hate this quietness, the stillness.
I enjoy that hustle and bustle a lot more than I let myself admit.
I will be so happy to have her home.
I miss Sarah. And each day that goes by, I miss her more and more.