I was gone for 56 hours.
2 days 8 hours.
It seemed like forever.
I missed Them.
I missed Hugs.
I missed Kisses.
I missed Their Laughter.
I missed Craig’s Lattes.
I missed Ryan getting his Driver’s License.
I missed Hope’s Special Presentaion.
I missed Them.
I use to travel alot alone. I had to for work.
I would go, have a nice time and come home.
This time all I could think about was getting home.
So blessed to have had the opportunity to receive amazing training.
So blessed to be home safe and sound.
Amazing what you can miss in life….In just 56 hours.
Happy to see you are enjoying your homecoming.
I travelled a lot on my last job, before retiring, six to eight weeks on the road. It is not fun to live out of a suitcase.
I guess you will have to have twice as much fun, with twice as much love, to make up for what you missed.