The title says it all.
It's been a week, and we are missing daddy.
He comes home on Saturday night around 8pm, and stays until Sunday night at 5pm. This allows me to work... which also means that I don't see him most of the day Sunday.
We are doing well during the week, it's when he comes home and has to leave again that everyone gets really sad.
I can't wait for us to be together as a family again - this whole thing definitely makes me realize how much I took him for granted before!