My boys are back and sleeping soundly in their bunks beds. Seems like they were just laughing and bouncing around a few minutes ago, but they've long since settled down and I'm happy to have them with me.
My perspective on having them has changed.
Today I don't feel like a mother itching to act single. I feel like a single woman, happy to be a mother.
Today I don't feel like driving a car that gets attention. I feel like driving a car my children will be comfortable in (and can see out of the windows without needing to strain their necks).
Today I am not satisfied with providing the bare necessities for my boys. I want a place I call home, that I can make comfortable for them. A place they look forward to staying at, playing at, laughing at. I hope to have that place soon.
Today I know I did not hug them enough, tell them I love them enough or play with them enough.