My first week without my kids.

I agreed to a week on and a week off for custody. Kevin loves the girls and wants to spend time with them -- I can't argue with that. But here is the rub: he has not found a house yet, so I moved out for his week on. I miss my girls terribly. I miss every little girl giggle, braiding hair, saying prayers... all of it!

And it is not like I am alone. I am staying with a friend of 15 years. He and his partner took the week off to stay with me. Mark is a gourmet chef and has made some amazing meals... the kind that just make you feel like you are in culinary heaven! They have wined and dined me; we have played games; we have been on long walks; we have spent time with their neighbors. They turn down my bed at night and treat me like a queen. It seems like at least once an hour I hear, "Kimmy, we are so happy you are here." I have a beautiful guest room and bathroom. And I get to speak my native language... adult English. All of this is fantastic, and I am grateful beyond words. But I miss Camille, Gigi, and Charlotte.

Kevin "forgot" he has to work tomorrow, so I will get to pick the girls up from school. Then I will take them to church and get them to bed... then leave again for Dallas. I can't wait to scoop them up and love all over them! Kevin goes back to work Friday, so he will be moving back to his hotel and I will go home.

Despite my custody issues, I am so blessed. During my marriage I lost touch with lots of friends. But just like true blue friends they are here for me. We laugh, we cry, and we get silly. Maybe this little break is a good thing. But it does not stop me from watching slideshows of the girls on my laptop!