It is midnight, I am exhausted from working overtime for the past two weeks (ironically it is almost certain that people HAVE to work overtime before their vacation/trip to compensate for the time loss) and finally the suitcase is packed for tomorrow’s trip.

I went to check in on Olivia and Evan, both of them were sleeping soundly. I put the blankets they kicked off back on them, gave each of them a kiss and sat besides their beds for a little while just looking at their angelic faces. I have been so busy recently that I didn’t even have much time to think about the trip but now the sadness of leaving them started settling in my heart. This is the first time I will leave both of them behind, are they going to be okay? Can Daddy handle both of them by himself for a week?

For a second, it came to my mind that Daddy usually doesn’t think about cutting their nails, so I took a look at their nails and decided to cut them while they were asleep. The rain drops were patting the windows; one by one I was cutting their finger and toe nails. They looked so peaceful in their dreams, not disturbed by me at all. Suddenly, I felt the tightness in my throat and that I have so much love for them (something that I probably don’t tell them enough during the day). I will be missing them dearly…