The custody arrangement is horrible - for two days every other weekend, I go without seeing my children. The bittersweet swirl of days includes the colorless and painful moments of goodbye and the sudden rush of glorious spring in their eyes when the weekend has past, and its my time to share with them again. It's like a solar eclipse - the moon passes before my sun, casting my into darkness. I hold my breath for two days, begging the sun to return. I crave moments with my kids - we get along like peas and carrots and life together is a happy mixture of games, learning, homework, bike-rides, parks, museums, laughing in the surf, sandcastles, and unexpected hugs. How anyone could not cherish being a parent is completely beyond me - its the most fulfilling thing in human experience. I've watched them grow from "wigglers" to tottering gigglers, to budding students, and now into happy and enthusiastic young people. At no time in my life have I felt more blessed.
Its hard to remember that on those Fridays, as the moon approaches.
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