Twelve Hours

I love my job, I really do. Everyday brings lots of smiles, no matter what. However, in less than twelve hours, I start a new week. I know that it will be a wonderful, rewarding week ... but part of me misses my husband and my boy already. Part of me wishes that I could wear the baby in a Bjorn all day and that my husband could sit at my desk and strum educational songs on his guitar. And all of the kids would sing along. We would have family time every day, all day. Long hours of being apart would be a thing of the past. I guess that's the one downfall of our family being the number-one-in-love-in-the-whole-world family ... it's hard to be separated.