Call it love, call it co-dependence, call it whatever you like, when I am away from my husband for more than a day there is this sad little space that develops deep inside me. Sure, I go through the motions of life; I have happy moments. But, things just don't feel right. Something is off.
And my kids, well even grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles and cousins can't compensate for their daddy. And, even with other help, I am not cut out to be a single parent.
By this last weekend, we were all holding on tight to the knowledge that Jeffrey will be arriving soon. Every day, Maggie would ask, "How many days til my daddy come?" and we would count down on her fingers. Then she would say, "It taking so long!!!!" and begin to cry.
So, as the country celebrated its independence, I spent the weekend resigning myself to the loss of my own. I don't want it. I am done. Jeffrey, we are ready for you to come!
Sure we all look happy enough on the outside:
But, this is how we feel on the inside: