It’s after 3 am, so this post may not make much sense. Sorry.

I’m in a nostalgic sorta state of mind. Late nights can do that to a person. The lads went to bed a few mins ago and I’m doing my best to stay awake. Fishdog is supposed to get up at 4 and get ready to leave for the airport. I’d like to say good-bye.

So, regarding this nostalgia. I’m having a difficult time articulating exactly how I feel. Happiness and sadness all wrapped up at once. These lads have meant the world to me. When they visit I’m elated. When they leave, a piece of my heart goes with them. At the risk of sounding a little looney, I really do love them like I gave them life. It’s the damnedest thing.

I think I said once that when they walked into my house, it was like lightning struck me. And that’s the truth.

Those who really know me, know I open up my heart readily. I love love. I love to be loved. But even I am amazed at how quickly these guys moved into my heart. In less than a week they became like my very own. And now, almost 2 months later, the feelings are even stronger. And when they leave for their real home–I’ll have a heavy heart.

Maybe this is the last time I’ll see these guys, who knows? I hope not. My gut tells me that the lads are in my life forever. And they will be–even if I never see them again.