It just occurred to me that the newest photo in the header is from a year ago, when we went to the pumpkin patch. My kid has grown just a bit since then.
I know I keep whining about time flying, but it for really is flying. I'm just so frustrated that I can't hold it a little tighter, for just a little longer. I feel a little out of control. I wonder if everyone has this frustration, or if it's a little unique to the working parent. I see Nathan a whopping three hours a day during the week. I know some of the professionals out there would be grateful for that. But really, it's not nearly enough.
Soon, the Targo will be traveling for business, and those two hours that he gets with Nathan will turn into just a few minutes over Skype. But still, I feel blessed. I feel blessed that we both have our jobs, that food continues to magically appear on our table, that we have a roof over our head, that we have an old, yet reliable vehicle. And mostly, I'm thankful that I have a husband for whom this time away will be hard.