July 20, 2008
I feel like I have been gone for a long time. I talk to the little ones on the phone and their voices sound far away. It is too quiet.
It is amazing how the phone changes their voices, making them sound like babies again. Or maybe it is me, not being able to see their faces. My husband relates the cute things that they are doing. He tells me the stories. I wistfully tell him that I wish I were home to have seen that or heard that. I wish that I were a part of that story.
He says, Now you now how I feel when I am at work all day and I call home.
Six days is a long time to be away, but the perfect amount of time to give me some perspective. I had a great time. But today I was ready to come home.
I finally arrive home and the house is empty. Rob has taken the kids to the China Buffet for dinner. It gives me time to unpack all the
free stuff gifts.
They are home shortly after that. I hear them in the driveway before they even get to the door. Mom! Mom! they scream. They tumble in the door, tripping over each other. Hug after hug after hug.
They start telling me stories. Giving me the recap of all I have missed. They talk louder and louder. Now it is their words tripping over each other. Even the big kids stay close to me.
They are laughing. Jumping around. Vying for my attention. I have forgotten how funny they are. We pile onto my bed, no one ready to go to bed just yet. My oldest son tossing his football up in the air and catching it. My youngest son bouncing on top of me.
It is no longer quiet. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I am happy to be home.