It's my third Sunday away from home and away from my boys.
To think we might be about half way through makes me both happy and sad. I can see that everything will be ok... but it is still very difficult to imagine 3-4 more weeks away from my babies.
I try to keep a running list of happy thoughts. If I can keep giving thanks to God for my gifts, it is hard to also be sad.
We are in a VERY nice hotel. I feel extremely safe here. The food is good. Too good.
Sweet girl is happy 95% of the time. We all have our moments and she does too, but rarely.
We move from the hotel to an apartment on Monday. It will be nice to have a bit more room to stretch out. I am typing on my computer while Paul sleeps right next to me. It's 10:26 am.
My boys have been at the lake this week. I am glad that they have had plenty of distractions, but I feel VERY guilty for not being there for them. I feel like I abandoned them. My sweet C barely looks at the camera when we facetime. I know it's his personality to be shy... but it kills me to not be able to kiss his sweet face and tell him how much I love him.
Oh my heart.