Getting back to normal...I think...

I've been home for a whole day now and I was welcomed by my little suction cups (LoL...thanks Annie) who are so much closer than when I left them. Over the past few weeks I was able to regain my relationship I missed so much with Erik...and my kids who used to irratate the beejesus out of eachother have seemingly gained an entirely new loving respect for eachother. They both are about the same height since I've last seen them, give or take a couple of inches, but they have grown so much. They've grown closer to one another and they've grown closer to Erik and I even though we haven't been able to spend barely anytime with them yet (let alone any for Erik). Nikelis still ignores Mikaylah when she asks for help, and Mikaylah still shooshes him when she thinks he is too loud or just plain talking too much. But where one goes the other is surely to be there as well. Like dancing for 20 minutes in the bathroom at Mac Grill or brushing their teeth together at the moment. They laugh and they play so loudly and innocently that it melts my heart knowing they've been able to become so connected. They conspire with eachother to hide their clothes that I've been telling them to put away since this morning. Mikaylah is the greatest big sister Nikelis could have and he loves her so much you can see it in his twinkly little eyes. I hope and pray they stay this way for the rest of their lives, but I'm not disillisioned to know that it may only last a few more years. I can't wait for Erik to get here and see his babies interacting in their newfound friendship.
The bags are all nearly unpacked and the clothes are semi put away and theres food in the refrigerator, but it still doesn't feel like its normal. Erik isn't here and I left my little poopers for 3 weeks to have a rendevous in paradise. Yet, on the otherhand, hindsight is 20/20 and I have to admit that the decisions Erik and I made to spend an extended holiday in Hawaii without our babies was the best thing we could have done for all of us. The memories I brough home are now placed in my heart and the realization that my children can survive without me makes me feel extremely less guilty. I know that I have been tremendously blessed in this life and I smiled all day staring at those blessings.