Three weeks is a long time to live in a different city than your daughter. It is 15 days that somebody else gave her a bath and tucked her in. It is 15 dinners that I didn’t cook. It is three weeks of pizza night and American Idol that we didn’t share. It is countless I love you’s. Too many.
Three weeks is as long as I have to be away from her, because tomorrow I’m coming home. I finished up my out-of-town to do this evening, had a lovely dinner with my bosses and will be packing up and coming home some time tomorrow afternoon. There are things to do in the morning, but the end is in sight.
I love my job and couldn’t ask for a more interesting profession. I have wonderful bosses who took care of me this week and allowed me to be a part of something wonderful. I have met many people who made the last three weeks more bearable.
I’ve heard from Gran, that Nana cleaned my whole house and did all of my laundry while I was gone. I’m so relieved to be returning to a clean house. It’s too bad I couldn’t find somebody to balance my checkbook and pay the bills, too. I am looking forward to doing normal mommy things this weekend, like buying groceries, bathing the dog and reading bed-time stories.
Are you excited about the return to current posts? With recent photographs that aren’t a week old? I am. But mostly I’m excited that I’ll be there to make the photographs myself. In the meantime, here are a few from Easter Sunday afternoon.
Smelling the flowers with Poppy.
Hunting Easter eggs.
Flowers for Mommy.
driving the buggy with Poppy.
Trying to take a picture of ourselves.
More easter eggs.
On another note, I’ve got a very fun group of posts for you coming soon. Starting next Friday, April 24th I’ll be posting from an undisclosed location. There will be much to see and hear. It’s a surprise that I cannot wait to share. See you soon!
