10 days is 9 days too many

My husband is home.  All is right with the world.

He has been gone for the last 10 days on a fly-fishing trip with his father.  We knew when this trip was planned that it was going to be the absolute worst time for him to be gone... but when your dad offers to pay for a 10 day luxury fly-fishing trip to New Zealand... you go!

Beau and I did not like it.

It is the longest that Nathan and I have been apart since we got married, and the longest that he and Beau have ever been apart.  

It kind of sucked.

Not that I didn't totally respect them already, but I have a whole new respect for military wives, single moms, and women whose husband's travel for work. 

I like having my husband at home.

Now he is home.  I am happy.  I'm not letting him go anywhere for a while.  

{Please remind me of this posting, when need be.}