Tim is home!!! (and, boy, did I miss him!)

That man – with his green, green eyes. His serious smile. His sincere heart.

That man – with his contagious courage. His articulate words. His in-motion mind.

It wasn’t terrible during the day – with the sun, the breeze, and sweet little voices to keep me company.

But at night, I felt so incomplete as I made dinner (boxed macaroni & cheese from Trader Joe’s, anyone?), went on a walk (by myself – well, with the girls, but without him to talk to…), gave the girls a bath (how in the world do you give a 1-year-old a bath solo?), and tried to put them to bed separately (right….).

Most of all, I missed talking to Tim about anything and everything. He’s the best conversationalist (and we are the best of friends).

I’m going to write more about our marriage soon. Do you have any questions you’d like me to answer about that?

Also – I really do need your advice about how to bathe a squirmy, slippery 1-year-old who wants to stand up on the slippy-slidey bath surface…