Have you ever felt that lump in your throat, the burning of the eyes as you swallow hard and try to blink back tears...when you have heard something said that touches your heart a certain way? Last night, when Matt was praying over our meal, he said something that made me feel just that way.."God, bless and please protect all of our children, who are spread out all over..." That did it for me, it kind of hit me hard. My auto-pilot that runs me through each day, stalled at those words...and shut off. Then a twinge of pain crept over me as I thought about the reality of his words. Collectively we have three beautiful girls. One lives with her mom and one is spending time with her grandparents, so we are left with one out of three. (and that one is not that interactive, at just 10 wks:) ) And it really hurts not to have them all home, with us right now. This morning, I was reading an article that totally relates to my statement above, (linked from: http://www.choosinghome.com/bl...