I absolutely love having all of us home, under one roof, together as a family.
I like the security that everyone is safe.
I like the sounds in the house… the boys laughter (and in this case, I guess their squabbling too), Ethan shrieking “Dadda”, and just the livey noises that come with all 5 of us.
I love having Brad home with us. Even if we are in different rooms, I like just knowing he is nearby.
A week and a half ago, Brad went out with some guys from work. I put the boys to bed and came downstairs like I do every night, but it was just quiet. Our usual routine is after we tuck the boys in, Brad heads to the office (in the basement) and works on his Master’s class and I cozy up on the sofa with “the sheep” (my big white fuzzy blanket), the laptop, and a movie to work on the blog. So besides the TV talking at me, the house is usually pretty quiet. But that night was different. Every creak in the house seemed louder. The silence seemed quieter. And the warmth wasn’t as present.
It’s always just nicer when we are together.
I will say that it spoils me having Brad home for a week at Christmas. Or when he takes a vacation day and we get extra time together. Yes… I still feel like a lovesick teenager having him close.
Brad took a vacation day today to work on the shed. The boys and I went about our daily Wednesday routine… the YMCA and then running errands. And as we were gone, I just couldn’t wait to get back home. Currently, the boys are napping and I’m writing this in the kitchen to the sounds of the circular saw and pounding hammer as Brad works in the backyard. We’re not spending time together, but we are close… and I love that feeling.