I love to be with Ryan. When we were dating and I was expecting him I would wait for him in the hallway or on the balcony at my apartment complex. My roommates would tell me that I was crazy and that I should just wait inside. Maybe they just thought that I was being too desperate.. But I still do that. I sit by the window or will sit on the porch waiting for him to come home. So it makes me sad when he is late or isn't coming. We've been married for 3.5 years and this is only the second time he has ever left me. Once for an overnight camp out for Business Department and this time to fix a pipe, paint a wall, mow our horribly over grown lawn and to over see the packing of all of our belongings. So I've left him a few times but it's different when you get to go versus the one being left behind.. left behind with the kids.
Anyhow we all miss Daddy. We actually were all crying/screaming on different levels when we left the airport. "No go Airplane! No go Airplane!" I was silly enough that I had to make a second loop.. before I would slow down and let him out. I know it's totally ridiculous but I love Ryan a lot and he truly is a part of me and despite the need for him to go I didn't want him to leave us. Plus it made me sick to my stomach to see him go.
Can't wait for him to come back home.