I have felt empty.
The 8 years of my empty womb that cried out to God to be filled before Shayne.
The 8 years after.
The emptiness of my heart before my God Daddy filled it.
The empty of not getting to be Mommy to Baby Bob. The empty feeling of grief when Hersey died. The empty of the early morning hours after my mastectomies, wondering if I'd ever feel whole, full again.
Empty and full seems to come in waves.
These days, empty is mostly about trivial things.
Things like rooms emptied to make ready for new carpet.
Milk bottles emptied and put back in the fridge- why do our kids big and small do this?
Empty lotion bottles to save my son's from the ashy elephant knees they are prone to.
My empty tummy- "I do not like these lifestyle changes," it grumbles.
And all of these are easily filled, and if it takes a while, I can deal with that.
But one empty I will not wait to fill.
Trivial I say.
May your Friday be full of the things you love.