Missing You

Being away from the hubby for 6 weeks isn't easy. And, oddly enough, I get a lot of responses from people about it. Some people seem to think I should be gone longer (really?!?), others mention how Connor won't know his dad when we return. This may be true, but it still breaks my heart every time I hear it. I don't want to deprive Ian of seeing his little man blossom from a 2 month old into a hugely grown up 3 1/2 month old.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am completely thankful for the time I am getting in the states. BUT, it doesn't mean that a part of my heart isn't stuck in Scotland with Ian. I miss that man. Yes, we skype, email and talk on the phone every day. But there is more...

I miss sitting around eating dinner with him, talking about our days.

I miss sitting on the couch, watching House, leaning against Ian with his arm around me.

I miss us tag teaming it with Connor while trying to clean the house.

I miss going to coffee together and just enjoying each others company.

I miss being around my best friend.

And I know that before I know it, I will be getting back on that dreaded plane (12 hours in one little space, just me and the little man...not fun!) headed back to my sweetie. In the mean time, I hope he knows how much I love him and how much he consumes my thoughts throughout the day.

Now, for your viewing pleasure...Connor skyping with daddy...if you look closely, you will notice a nice "blowout" on Connor's back. I was getting diapers and a new outfit while Connor was talking away to Ian.