It's a Quiet Sunday Evening

Jake left for Charlotte an hour ago. I miss him. We've both been working late each night and we just sit here in our cozy office, at our little desks, on our big screens, lost in the computer world. And every now and then we say some random piece of info out loud pertaining to what we are working on, or he forces me to watch a lame YouTube clip, or I make him turn around and look at pictures of our beautiful babies with me.

Amaryllis had play-school with a friend this last week. Brooke came over here one day, then Amaryllis went to her house another day.

I had great plans for my day "off" and a list of errands a mile high.

And guess what. The whole time I was rip-roaring around town, I missed her too. Like not in a weird way, just in a lonely way. The car ride was quiet, pushing a buggy in Target without a chatterbox to share popcorn was lonesome, and I didn't have anyone to point out the elephants that exist in this world that us adults can't see (she can spot them everywhere. Everywhere. As in the carvings of woodwork in a restaurant or a republican bumper sticker).

She didn't even want to come home with me when I went to pick her up. Sadness!

At least I know sweet little KenziDayle won't be ditching me anytime soon. Being a bit of a narcissist, I do take comfort in knowing for a fact I'm the most important person in her little world right now. At least, that's what I tell myself...