Springtime is just about over. Or it already is. This is the first weekend of the summer, Memorial Day weekend, and I'm going to spend it alone with 1/3 of my family unit. Or is that 2/3? Either way, the Boy won't be here. I miss him. Do not mistake me, I am glad that he is doing something worthwhile, but some days I wish that he were here instead. Tucked up next to me at night. Greeting our daughter in the morning with a "Helloooooo! Good Morning, Baby Girl!" And that would be great.

Soon, no more than another 2 and a half months. 9 weeks. Give or take. And I'm looking forward to that first day back together as a family with him. I want him HOME.