You should probably know that I have a serious mommy deficiency. I don't get homesick. Like, ever? Okay, once. In my entire life!
I don't normally even miss my kids, my hubby, or my pets until I am nearly home on the last day of a vacation. I often worry that something is wrong with me. I love my home and my family- but quality time is not really my love language, and so I can go long periods of time away from home. Go ahead & judge me, I think I'm broken, too.
My hubby on the other hand, is a quality time guy. He hates when I'm gone, and only behaves well because he understands my need to get away and how much better of a person I am when I return. He doesn't have my wanderlust, and is content to stay home or vacation with the family, so he doesn't take off that often.
HOWEVER, because he just finished his degree last week (WHAHOOO- more on that soon!) and because his friend Doug is looking into doing more photography professionally, they took off for a weekend in Nevada to go to a photography expo thingie in Vegas and also to explore the Hoover Dam & some of the NV scenery. They totally deserve to go, and I am really quite glad they took just a little time for themselves.
Here's the thing, the kids and I have been 'Daddyless' for three days now. I have discovered something. WE NEED DADDY!!! So far, we have forgotten to eat, to go to bed on time, and to do most household chores. We've been living like frat boys, on chips and 3 hours of sleep, leaving our junk all over the house like some sort of bachelor pad. It's just pathetic. We can't be trusted on our own. I haven't even felt very bloggy. Who knew I'd take it so hard?
He estimates he'll be home by midnight tonight... which is about an hour and a half from now. No, an hour and 26 minutes... oh my golly I miss that man...An hour and 24 minutes now.....
It strikes me that I should be looking forward to Jesus' next coming like this. I've been tidying up, watching the door, making sure the kids are clean and ready for his return. Jason's homecoming is woven into every thought, every action. I'm homesick for my husband because my heart has made a home with him. How much more homesick should I be for heaven and my Savior? I should be preparing for Him, making sure the kids are ready, watching the door, listening for the trump. I need to make sure my heart thinks of heaven as my home, where He has been preparing a place for me. Just thinking of it like that makes me excited about it even now!
One hour, 18 minutes....
Be dressed for service and keep your lamps burning,