This week finds me on a rare trip away from home. Alone.
It’s my fourth night away and I am wicked homesick.
I miss waking up in the morning to the smell of the coffee that Paul made.
I miss visiting with Hannah while we wait for the school bus.
I miss checking on all the critters – even if it means shoveling duck poo.
I miss scouring the garden for weeds to feed to the chickens.
I miss my bed – although I did pack my pillow!
I miss my spot on the sofa with a warm kitty curled up on my legs.
I miss sharing that sofa with Hannah.
I miss the quiet time after dinner when we’re all gathered in the living room together reading.
Most of all I miss Hannah and Paul.
As I sit here alone in my nondescript hotel room, I have this reminder that I too, am missed. When I unpacked that first night, I found this note penned with glitter glue.
Thank you, Sweetie!