Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say. I’m about to find out. My husband and I are on day 1 (really, hour 1, but I didn’t want to sound too pathetic) of a 21-day separation – the kids and I visiting family and friends, he finishing the semester.
Already, I miss him. I’m hoping to journal something I miss about him every day, and while our marriage is nowhere near “on the rocks”, I’m hoping this separation will strengthen our relationship.
Today, I missed that he takes care of car stuff, including car seats and such. Without my dad’s help, transferring car seats might have taken me all day. Installing the headrest mirror took far longer than it should have because I’m usually watching the children while my husband is preparing the car for the children.
I cried when he left but I wanted to be strong, to think that I can handle two kids for three weeks without him, but the truth is I can’t, and I can’t wait for him to come back.