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:
3 comments:
I SO feel your pain. Paul's been gone a little over a month and won't be home until the 12th or 13th of September. Single parenthood stinks!!! Enjoy your reunion with your hubby! (the girls look adorable as always, by the way!)
We have LOVED having you here but I am sure it is hard for Jeffrey and all of you to be apart. We can't wait to have the whole family here!!!
Ya, it's not fun to be separated for too long, esspecially with little kids that think an hour is a day and a day is a week.
Glad to see that you're having fun in Utah. Kendall is missing Maggie.
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