It's been a l-o-n-g three weeks. I've missed him dreadfully at times. And he has missed not one ...
not two ...
(Son#5's birthday cake - lemon cheesecake.)
but three ... family birthdays!!!
(Blueberry cheesecake made By DIL#1 - she made the first cake too - and decorated by The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1.)
I've missed his support and encouragement but his sons have stepped into the breach and their broad shoulders have provided the support that I've needed. I've seen a new side of my sons these last few weeks and all I can say is: their wives (and future wives) are very blessed indeed!
But while I'm looking forward to seeing DH again there's also a little sadness and regret mixed in as well - because his entrance back into the country marks the end of our school holidays. On Tuesday (actually yesterday for me) it's heigh ho and off to work and school we go. The start of the school year is never a favourite time of year for me. I like the holidays. I like having the boys home. And this year I once again have two sons going off to university - two sons leaving the comfort of home for cold and lonely hostel rooms (actually their rooms are quite nice and probably warmer than the ones they have at home - and the food is probably better too since Son#3 put on weight the last time he lived in the hostel) - two sons whom I will miss very much.
This weekend also marks another huge change in our lives for this weekend Son#1 and his wife and daughters are moving out. Yes, after six months, they're moving. I'm going to get 'my house' back with its empty rooms, uncluttered entrance ways, its own smell (which may not be that pleasant - I don't know - but at least won't smell of baby poo), its clean floors and bathroom, and the computer which I will no longer have to queue for!
And I'd swap all that just to have baby cuddles and butterfly kisses every morning and night and surprise 'banana cake' made by The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1.