Charlie

The other day at church someone called out to their kid who was running down the hall.

"Charlie!"

Caroline looked all around.

She didn't see Charlie anywhere.

She starting questioning

"Where's Charlie?"

I didn't have the heart to tell her that he lives in Tennessee.

And we live in Utah.

And that there is now another kid named Charlie

who happens to be running down the hall.

But it's not her Charlie.

Wouldn't you know it?

You can never have everything.

In Tennessee, Caroline loved Charlie, but hated nursery.

Now, she loves nursery.

And she still loves Charlie.

But he isn't here.

And that is pretty identical to what her mom is going through.

I love so many things about Utah.

But I still love so many things about Tennessee,

but they aren't here.

I can look around and feel that hole in my heart

where Charlie is missing,

or I can just keep moving forward

looking for a new Charlie.

Man, I hope he arrives soon.

Because I am kind of floundering.

And that was metaphorical.

Because I am happily married.

Most of the time.