A couple weeks ago, I had the pleasure of traveling to San Diego for a work conference. I left for the conference Monday night and came home on Thursday. I must say that I wasn’t prepared for how much I would miss my family. I don’t know why I was surprised. Every daddy and mommy blog I read talked about how hard it was to be away and I won’t add to that crowd of voices by blogging about how much I wanted to bring him in my luggage. How I wanted to fly my family out there with me so I can come home to the hotel with them. Or how I wondered what the family was doing while I was holed up in the hotel room.
Don’t get me wrong, I saw some old friends and met their new additions and I learned a lot. But I missed Ethan and Becca. Does it ever get easier?