I love it where we live.
The schools are great, it's very family friendly, and there's a plethora of things to do.
I have some amazing friends, a new house that I love, and plenty to be thankful for.
But I don't have Gammy, Gampy or Tata.
It sounds like I'm trying to have my cake and eat it too, because, well, I am.
My heart twinges when I see kids out with their grandparents, at library storytime or the park.
My jealousy peaks when I see couples I know out for dates and they tell us their parents are home watching their kids.
And I tear up just a little bit when my sweet baby girl says out of the blue, "Mommy, I miss Gammy, Gampy and Tata. We goin to aircort and get dem so soon?"
Because I miss them too and I wish the answer to her question was, "YES!".
It's hard raising two small children, but I think it's even harder if you don't have any family nearby to help you. When mine visits, from the very moment they are in the door, one is on the floor playing "hersey" with Riley, another is feeding Camden and the other is asking if there is anything they can do to help out around the house. And I'm left standing there feeling like for just a moment I can take a deep breath, relax and enjoy watching my kids bond with the people I love so much. But it's only for a few days at a time and then they are gone and I'm left feeling so sad.
And I don't mean to sound like a two year old throwing a tantrum, but it's not fair.
Of course, I know life isn't fair.
I also know that I have some good friends who not only do this without the help of their family, but without their husbands for the week, a year or even longer.
So, I'm going to do what any of us has to do in this situation.
Suck it up, count my blessings and put on my big girl pants and deal with it.
But that doesn't mean I have to like it or stop hoping that someday we'll all live in the same town.