It's true that time is tighter at home when our man's away, but little pockets of time do seem to open up. In the hour right after bedtime, Luke and I usually download our days to each other. Without that catching up to look forward to, I find myself lingering a little longer in the babes' bedroom, singing Sweet Baby James or reading "just one more chapter". This week I used a couple minutes to write Luke an I Miss You poem:
When you are traveling and sleep far away,
The children are still sweet, but slow to obey.
The floors just stay dirty, our bed feels too big,
Our garden is sad for there's no time to dig.
So hurry home, dear, we all miss your beard
Only flies like it when you are not here.
As Clucky used to say, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder!"
1 comment:
I love this! Thank you for posting again! I've loved seeing you these last two nights and look forward to our pizza dinner tomorrow.
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