As part of our separation agreement, we each get to spend two full weeks a year alone w/our daughter. This week, my STBX took her to visit his family and hang with his siblings and her cousins. All week he's been texting me pictures of the kids having fun at the amusement park, in the backyard, splashing in the pool, passed out in the car. I know he's doing it to keep me involved and to make me smile, but each one leaves me with a pang of emptiness. We made this trip every year, always coordinating with my brother- and sister-in-law so we could all be there together. I can practically hear the kids thundering up and down the steps to play in the basement or flinging open the sliding door to run outside. This was the time we've been waiting for...when they were all old enough to REALLY play together and become friends. This is when they're making their memories. And I love that for them. I just hate that I can't be there to see it happen.