He’s only been gone since last Thursday but it feels like he’s been gone since 1980.
Even though we can’t octo-sleep like we used to (because of bump), I can’t catch zzz’s without him there beside me.
While our schedules don’t usually allow us to have dinner together, singular cooking has seemed pointless and empty.
And sure, I may complain that his stuff is all over the condo (from time to time hehe), now the condo seems too sterile.
Our baby is kicking away, perhaps oblivious that Daddy is on the other side of the country right now, but I miss him being there to enjoy her acrobatics.
I like to think I’m fairly independent but right now I feel emotionally needy and I know a Mr. who could quiet that.
I really love that guy.