It’s been close to 3 weeks, and we are very ready to have Carl back home. Look at this guy, whoopin’ it up at the same events as Justin Trudeau.
Meanwhile over here, we have read all the books…
Eaten all the popsicles…
Learned how to stand (look at him casually rifling through the toys like he’s looking for something)…
Gotten creative with Lego…
Found new places to hide and taste…
Made blackberry crumble cinnamon rolls with the best (failed) intentions of saving one for Carl…
And scrolled through plenty of pictures and videos of daddy.
While Gavin definitely feels Carl’s absence the most, he is also the first to claim a spot in the king-size bed, sneakily enough that some mornings I wake up and find him there and have no idea when it happened. Sometimes Grace comes too.
I was looking up against this chunk of single motherhood a bit, but the time has actually gone very quickly and been filled with fun, visits, generally good kids, and genuine kindness from many people. We are so blessed with an incredible community of family and friends, and times like this are really good reminders of that.
Still, I’m so thankful he IS coming back, because my every patient nerve is juuuust about worn thin with being quite so outnumbered all day, every day. He just handles it better, somehow.
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