The three of us

Last week, honey was gone on business from Sunday afternoon until Friday evening. It about killed me. 

Brady and I were both sick. Abigail was a bundle of energy. Luckily we had some good moments to rejuvenate us all. 

And since my honey came home, every other word out of my mouth is something like "I love you so much" "I'm so glad you're home again" and "ohmygoodnessdonteverleavemeagain!!!"

He hates traveling for work. The least I can do is let him know it makes me miserable too, right?! Solidarity... Camaraderie... Empathy?  

Something like that.