Tomorrow Dave comes home after a week away for work. I think the anticipation of him leaving was actually the worst part. My urge to cook (or wash the clothes and dishes) seemed to leave with him. There may have been sausages and pasta more than once for dinner this week. We found our rhythm though, us three.
Today I restocked the pantry, brought supplies for the garden and got the washing up to date. I have been Spring cleaning, de-cluttering and rearranging our little special items and decorations. I brought a special bunch of roses too. Tomorrow we'll welcome him home with a clean house, a newly rolling baby and a wife with a re-discovered appreciation of her husband.
