Dear Husband, week 10:

Or is it week 11? Maybe 12? I don't know, it could be week 25. All I know is you haven't been home in a long time.
And we miss you.
I  missed you on our family vacation to Bear Lake.
I missed you while I packed the car,



Cause that job sucks.

And I missed  while I drove. (I don't do maps, but I am a phenominal follower.)

I missed you when I saw what Caleb packed from home, and wanted to laugh about it with you.



(Caleb packed his baby scrapbook and an easel to display it so it would "feel like home")


I missed you when I saw the view from the deck, knowing how much you would have loved it.

No offense, but I don't think the kids missed you all that much.

Not when there were rooms like these:

And cousins like these:

and big brothers to tickle you like this:

 And games like these:

and multiple slides like these:

And nooks and crannies like these:

I think they had a hard time thinking about anything other than the fun they were having, and believe me, they had a lot of that.

If it's any consolation, on the drive home, we discussed it,
and we have all decided to take you back there,
out of the goodness of our hearts.