I cried when Alli and Shane left here to drive back to Texas. I used to cry every time I had to say goodbye to my kids, but I haven't done that for years and I'm not sure why I cried this time.
Maybe because I have no idea when I'll see Alli or Shane next time.
Maybe because I treasure each time with them more than the time before.
Maybe because on this visit this time flew by so fast.
Maybe because someone broke in through the window of their brand new truck on New Year's Day.
Maybe because they dealt with the incident and their stolen stuff without complaining, as I would have.
Maybe because they got the window replaced and handled everything without asking for help.
Maybe because I want them to ask for help more often than they do.
Maybe because they have to drive a thousand miles to get home.
Maybe because I didn't get to do the mother-daughter things I wanted to do.
Maybe because I hardly ever get a chance to do those mother-daughter things.
Maybe because they are so happy together and I feel so grateful for that.
Maybe because every time I see Alli I feel more proud of her.
Maybe because Shane is going back to Iraq this spring.
Maybe because I haven't cried in a long time.
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