The house seems quiet. My wife is in Hawaii and Jonathan is with his grandparents. I am here alone with my dog.
It's hard to be here alone. Although the house is quiet--which I like--I still miss the noice. I miss my son asking me questions. I miss him doing things that amazes me. It's great to hear his voice, but I do miss the little booger.
Of course, I miss my wife. I love listening to her long-winded responses about her day at work. I miss her reading to Jonathan at night before his bedtime. I miss her being around.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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