I reach into my bag, looking with my fingers rather than my eyes. My hand closes around the slim volume, recognizing the textured cover. I pull it out, checking first to make sure the pen is tucked into the ring binding.
I keep talking to the people sitting around the table with me as I slap the notebook on the table and I glance down to see which way it’s facing.
My girls look up at me, their gorgeous faces peering at me from the cover.
I’m miles away from them, didn’t get to kiss them hello this morning or tuck them in last night. The sight of their sweet faces stops the flow of my words and makes my heart leap. For a second they are there. I can hear their voices and smell their apple shampoo. Then the sounds of the conference taking place around me fade back into my consciousness.
My girls are on the cover of the personalized notebook I use to take notes or pen blog posts. It’s a way for me to tie the two most important parts of my life together. I carry it with me everywhere I go, slipping it easily into any bag I carry with me so that they’re always with me no matter where I go.