I make plans.
I like plans.
I also like when plans change, but only if it's for the best.
Big Daddy's plans changed.
Not for the best.
He will not be home this weekend.
That means that we will be apart for three weeks once he does come home.
That's the longest we've ever been apart.
In 15 (as of March 2) years.
I've only seen him two days in 2011.
Ellie is oblivious. While Maggie misses him, I think she's gotten used to being without him. We have tried to be vague about when he comes home, just in case. He's currently a nine hour drive away and it just didn't make sense for him to spend so much time on the road so that he could spend so little time at home. Needless to say, we are counting down the days until we are together again.
9 hours ago