It’s official. I’m lonely. And I miss Paul really bad.
How hard it must be to lose a loved one. As I sat at the table after the girls were in bed, the house was so quiet. But I could remember him walking here, sitting there, making noise; they were all just shadows of memories though, because he’s not here and won’t be for a while still. How would it feel knowing he would never come back?
Good to know I miss my husband.
Thanks for reading my first series: Taking care of four little girls alone (while my husband is on an amazing study trip to Israel). Here are links to the other related posts.
It’s official: the Israel trip is on
Day 1: to turn out that last light
Day 3: Is something wrong with me?
Day 4: Sometimes you just need…
small steps, big picture 
Beautiful pictures! Paul’s a good photographer. How long is he gone? I HATE when Seth is away. 😦 I’ll be thinking of you. Be strong!
He was gone for two whole weeks! It’s past tense now, but I’m with you ~ being alone is not enjoyable.