So. . . I'm done, finished, my time is over and I can't believe it. Even though there were days I felt like lasted for years, it flew by and now I'm headed home. Even though I am more excited than I have ever been to go home and be with my family and see all my friends, there is still something missing. A part of me feels empty. This adventure of mine was not just something you do and then just look at the pictures and say ah that was fun. I grew to love my little boys. I was the closest thing to a mother they had besides their own mom. I am so used to having a 30 pound bundle of joy connected to my hip at all times. Come monday morning I won't know what to do with my self. No babies to feed, change, and bathe. No blood sugar to keep track of. Nolittle kiddies to worry about constantly. But I'm going to miss them like crazy and their silly personalities as well!
