A week from today, almost down to the hour, the kids and I will be on a plane, headed almost two thousand miles (as the bird flies) away from him.
What I'm feeling is nothing I've experienced before. Last fall, when we left for two weeks, I didn't feel this way. Well, maybe a fraction of what I'm feeling now.
We'll only be gone for a week this time.
I'm on edge, jittery, overloaded, anxious, and sad, which is coming out in a most disapproving way.
I'm excited to see my grandmother and the ocean is always regenerating.
Who is going to make his coffee?!
Or, in other words, what am I going to do without him?