Caity felt sorry for me and made me a stand-in husband for the week:
It was almost like the read thing.
Paper-John wasn't as good of a kisser- kidding! Ew. You're disgusting.
He's a great listener though, just kidding again, remember? I talk to myself these days? :) Anyway, I thought it was sweet of Caity.
I am beyond excited for John to come home today.
I even....now, get this:
Made homemade apple pie!
Completely from scratch! I can take that off my bucket list now. This is John's favorite dessert, so I am excited for him to get home so we can dig in! I am really proud of myself. I know some betty crocker somewhere is like "Yeah whatever, it's a pie" but I'm over here like, "Umm HELLO! It's a pie! I made A PIE!" ha ha.
I have also unpacked a few boxes, seen a few friends, had my Aunt Janae's family over, and did a few crafts:
OK, all I really did here was paint the pitcher. But if you could have seen the psychedelic flying snowmen ,you would totally appreciate the transformation.
I also made a sunflower wreath! Yay! Welcome to our home! I actually took the "B" off, because it proved to be bit much. But I like the way it turned out. in the end.
And thanks to Whitney lending me some chick-flicks, I have had a Sandra Bullock marathon over the course of the week to drown out the creaks and noises House makes in the night.
It has been a decent week.
But I am oh so ready for that John of mine to get back here!
This morning, I woke up around 6:30 am, snuck from my bed, to not wake Johnny who somehow ended up there, and walked into the kitchen and I saw this out my window:
They were just up playing together in the sand box.
What an adorable big sister. And what a sweet scene to take in on my Friday morning.
Johnny stacking car towers in our bedroom.
Caity singing a song that I kid you not, went like this: "Guitar, guitar, guitar, my guitar." in the same note. Repeat.
We've kept each other company but we are all counting the minutes until Dad walks through the door. The kids have made "Welcome Home" signs and I have been listening to country music smiling to myself all day. John has been the one constant in all of our moves and vacations over the past 7 years and besides Special Olympics in China 5 years ago, we haven't spent more than a night apart (and even that is rare.) So it has been weird. It has also made me appreciate him a lot more. The first few nights, though I kept busy, I felt kind of empty and lonely inside. At first I thought, "What is wrong with me that I can't stand being alone for a couple days." But then I came to terms with it and compare it to eating a potato plain verses with salt and butter. John is my salt and butter, and life just tastes better with salt and butter, you know what I mean? No, I don't know why I have to relate everything to food.
But you get the idea, I miss that guy.
Get home already, John! :)