I hate it when my husband goes out of town.  It's only been a few days, I've had good books to read, my kids have been very well behaved, he'll be home this evening... yet still I complain.  I miss him!  He drives me nuts (as cohabitating with any other human being will do), but he is my best friend!  I can truly say that I married the other half of myself that I didn't know was missing until I found him.  There absolutely is no question for me of the existence of God, and this is one of the many examples of why:  out of all of the billions of people in the world, I can't come up with any reasonable probability that E and I would have ever had any reason to even have a conversation, let alone get married and have a family... how did our paths even cross?  But thank God they did because I wouldn't have my two beautiful daughters (as well as all the other wonderful elements of family I gained through him) or the promise of his off-the-wall wit that alternates between baffling me and taking the words right out of my mouth.

    E, Baby, I love you, I miss you, and I know when you read this you'll be rolling your eyes at what a girl I am.  But you know you love being loved.

CL