Norm is about to leave for San Diego. Its seems unfair that he will seen be in the same city as my brothers and be a short drive from my sisters and parents while I am stuck up here taking care of his, I mean our, kids.
The days always seem so much harder, so much longer when I know he won't be coming home at night. Josie is starting to catch on. She has asked me 20 times already when Daddy is coming home. She is almost certain the next time she asks, I will give her the answer she wants instead of sadly saying tomorrow night.
If she only knew he was flying closer to our family in the south. She would have already called a cab, made a call to hold the plane and booked a seat on his flight. I am starting to think that maybe I should do the same. After all, Owen flies free, and we could all use a little vacation.
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